London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

There is one other reason for dressing well, namely that dogs respect it, and will not attack you in good clothes.

Fashion, though in a strange way, represents all manly virtue. It is virtue gone to seed: it is a kind of posthumous honor. It does not often caress the great, but the children of the great: it is a hall of the Past.

Keep your friendships in repair.

But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things.

Everything in the universe goes by indirection. There are no straight lines.

The never-ending task of self improvement.