We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbor with those virtues that are likely to benefit ourselves. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.

Now that the House of Commons is trying to become useful, it does a great deal of harm.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.

The only possible form of exercise is to talk, not to walk.