The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.

Every one, even the richest and most munificent of men, pays much by cheque more light-heartedly than he pays little in specie.

One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.

Some people are born to lift heavy weights, some are born to juggle golden balls.

There is much to be said for failure. It is more interesting than success.

Not that I had any special reason for hating school. Strange as it may seem to my readers, I was not unpopular there. I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.

The loveliest face in all the world will not please you if you see it suddenly eye to eye, at a distance of half an inch from your own.