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

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

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

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

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

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.

A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.