If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword

The criminal classes are so close to us that even the policemen can see them.

Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.

She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

The General was essentially a man of peace, except in his domestic life.