People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right, writes no guarantee against misfortune.

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.

It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopic duty, your true romantic has the truer vision, and beholds, afar off, in all its lurid splendour and terrible proportions, the piquant adventure we call life.

There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start.

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.

Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantankerous.