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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.