If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator.

Do not forget that even as "to work is to worship" so to be cheery is to worship also, and to be happy is the first step to being pious.

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.

I've a grand memory for forgetting.

In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.