Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

Sometimes the road was only a lane, with thick hawthorne hedges, and the green elms overhung it on either side so that when you looked up there was only a strip of blue sky between. And as you rode along in the warm, keen air you had a sensation that the world was standing still and life would last forever. Although you were pedaling with such energy you had a delicious feeling of laziness.

The normal is what you find but rarely. The normal is an ideal. It is a picture that one fabricates of the average characteristics of men, and to find them all in a single man is hardly to be expected.

It is well known that Beauty does not look with a good grace on the timid advances of Humour.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

It has been said that good prose should resemble the conversation of a well-bred man.

In business sharp practice sometimes succeeds, but in art honesty is not only the best but the only policy.