“There is such a difference between life and theory.”

What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife? And yet men expect that women shall put on altogether new characters when they are married, and girls think that they can do so.

The happiest man is he, who being above the troubles which money brings, has his hands the fullest of work.

A man who would tell me that I am pretty, unless he is over seventy, ought to be kicked out of the room. But a man who can’t show me that he thinks me so without saying a word about it, is a lout.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise.

If any such point out to us our follies, we at once claim those follies as the special evidence of our wisdom.

Men are cowards before women until they become tyrants.

Beware of creating tedium!

The circumstances seemed to be simple; but they who understood such matters declared that the duration of a trial depended a great deal more on the public interest felt in the matter than upon its own nature.

I am ready to obey as a child; :;but, not being a child, I think I ought to have a reason.

Like his master he is never showy. He does not paw and prance, and arch his neck, and bid the world admire his beauties…and when he is wanted, he can always do his work.

A man who is supposed to have caused a disturbance between two married people, in a certain rank of life, does generally receive a certain meed of admiration.

Why is it that when men and women congregate, though the men may beat the women in numbers by ten to one, and through they certainly speak the louder.

There are some achievements which are never done in the presence of those who hear of them. Catching salmon is one, and working all night is another.

I think the greatest rogues are they who talk most of their honesty.

A feeling of having been injured, on which his mind can brood from hour to hour, allowing him to plead his own cause in his own court, within his own heart, and always to plead it successfully.

The rest of the fraternity is deadwood. Yet, in a curious way, there is not much difference between the product of a good writer and a bad one. They both have to toe the same mark.

Between the mouth and the morsel many things may happen.

I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

There should be a connection between a man’s hairstyle and what matters to him in life.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Between understanding and faith immediate connections must subsist.

The struggle between the two worlds [Fascism and Democracy] can permit no compromises.

The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set.