The true artist is known by what he annexes, and he annexes everything.

Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity.

"I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane." "It never is, sir." "Lane, you're a perfect pessimist." "I do my best to give satisfaction, sir."

Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.

It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.