The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.

Men as a rule love with their eyes, woman with their ears.

It's tragic how few people ever 'possess their souls' before they die. 'Nothing is more rare in any man', says Emerson, 'than an act of his own.' It is quite true. Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their life is a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

Conscience makes egotists of us all.

Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.

Behind Joy and Laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind Sorrow there is always Sorrow. Pain, unlike Pleasure, wears no mask.

If you cannot write well, you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, others will do your thinking for you.