Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

Everyone lives by selling something.

Here it is about gentlemen of fortune. They lives rough, and they risk swinging, but they eat and drink like fighting-cocks, and when a cruise is done, why, it's hundreds of pounds instead of hundreds of farthings in their pockets.

...those little people, my brownies, who do one half of my work for me while I am fast asleep, and in all human likelihood do the rest for me as well, when I am wide awake and fondly suppose I do for myself.

But of works of art little can be said.

Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.

Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.