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.

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

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

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.

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

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.