The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.

I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.

When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.

I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

The heart was made to be broken.

I cannot choose one hundred best books because I have only written five

The English country-gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.