I am not against hasty marriages where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.

My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

I haven't much time to be fond of anything. But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times the roses get it.

It is one of my rules in life, never to notice what I don't understand.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest species of literary exertion, and that novel reading was a dangerous luxury and an utter waste of time.