Although I may express myself with some degree of pleasantry the purport of my words is entirely serious.

The person who has stopped being thankful has fallen asleep in life.

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

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.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong. I do not say "give them up," for they may be all you have; but conceal them like a vice, lest they should spoil the lives of better and simpler people.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.

Extreme busyness is a symptom of deficient vitality, and a faculty for idleness implies a catholic appetite and a strong sense of personal identity.