People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.
It is a fact that not once in all my life have I gone out for a walk. I have been taken out for walks; but that is another matter.
A man's work is rather the needful supplement to himself than the outcome of it.
It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.