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

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

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.

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.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

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

The worldly relations of men and women often form an equation that cancels out without warning when some insignificant factor has been added to either side.