I love to lose myself in other men’s minds. When I am not walking, I am reading, I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
I love to lose myself in other men’s minds.
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog’s ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.
I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.
A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.
May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.