when driven to the necessity of explaining, I found that I did not myself understand what I meant.

Business was his aversion; Pleasure was his business.

Beauties are always curious about beauties, and wits about wits.

I ... practiced all the arts of apology, evasion, and invisibility, to which procrastinators must sooner or later be reduced.

Illness was a sort of occupation to me, and I was always sorry to get well.

First loves are not necessarily more foolish than others; but the chances are certainly against them. Proximity of time or place, a variety of accidental circumstances more than the essential merits of the object, often produce what is called first love.

tyranny and injustice always produce cunning and falsehood.