Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way.
The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and the Englishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in sadness itself.
I saw a great Newfoundland dog the other day sitting in front of a mirror at the entrance to a shop in Regent’s Circus, and examining himself with an amount of smug satisfaction that I have never seen equaled elsewhere outside a vestry meeting.
When you forget to take the sail at all, then the wind is constantly in your favour both ways. But there! this world is only a probation, and man was born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.
Too much of anything is a mistake, as the man said when his wife presented him with four new healthy children in one day. We should practice moderation in all matters.
I should never make anything of a fisherman. I had not got sufficient imagination.
It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions.
Life works upon a compensating balance, and the happiness we gain in one direction we lose in another.
Cheese, like oil, makes too much of itself.
The facts of life are the impossibilities of fiction.
It is no more effort for a man to be a saint than to be a sinner; it becomes a mere matter of habit.
A good woman’s arms round a man’s neck is a lifebelt thrown out to him from heaven.
Nature, always inartistic, takes pleasure in creating the impossible.
Let us play the game of life as sportsmen, pocketing our winnings with a smile, leaving our losings with a shrug.
It is well we cannot see into the future. There are few boys of fourteen who would not feel ashamed of themselves at forty.
There are many families where the whole interest of life is centered upon the dog.
A new life begins for us with every second. Let us go forward joyously to meet it. We must press on, whether we will or not, and we shall walk better with our eyes before us than with them ever cast behind.
I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet.
Among all nations there should be vast temples raised where people might worship in silence and listen to it, for it is the voice of God.
Think of the man who first tried German sausage.