There is only one way to win hearts and that is to make oneself like unto those of whom one would be loved.

It was like making a blunder at a party; there was nothing to do about it, it was dreadfully mortifying, but it showed a lack of sense to ascribe too much importance to it.

There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one's means of livelihood.

You must not pursue a success, but fly from it.

What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?

Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.

The passing moment is all we can be sure of; it is only common sense to extract its utmost value from it.