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

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.

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

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.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

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.