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.

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

The artist in his teens who is happy is a charlatan. Life comes bursting in all around lis too suddenly, too crudely, too cruelly, for happiness.

One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.

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.

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.