Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.

Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Dullness is the first requisite of a good husband.

Insensibly he formed the most delightful habit in the world, the habit of reading: he did not know that thus he was providing himself with a refuge from all the distress of life; he did not know either that he was creating for himself an unreal world which would make the real world of every day a source of bitter disappointment.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

The good traveler has the gift of surprise.