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.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

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.

A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

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.

There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start.