There are few things sweeter in this world than the guileless, hotheaded, intemperate, open admiration of a junior. Even a woman in her blindest devotion does not fall into the gait of the man she adores, tilt her bonnet to the angle at which he wears his hat, or interlard her speech with his pet oaths.

As the dawn comes up like thunder.

There is no sin so great as ignorance. Remember this.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.

At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many.

Delight in the little things.