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

One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

Wives invariably flourish when deserted; ... it is the deserting male, the reckless idealist rushing about the world seeking a non-existent felicity, who often ends in disaster.

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

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

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.