An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?

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

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

The artist in his teens who is happy is a charlatan. Life comes bursting in all around lis too suddenly, too crudely, too cruelly, for happiness.

The wives who are not deserted, but who have to feed and clothe and comfort and scold and advise, are the true objects of commiseration; wives whose existence is given over to a ceaseless vigil of cantankerous affection.