I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

As an occupation in declining years, I declare I think saving is useful, amusing and not unbecoming. It must be a perpetual amusement. It is a game that can be played by day, by night,...

There lived a sage in days of yore,And he a handsome pigtail wore;But wondered much and sorrowed moreBecause it hung behind him.

Bravery never goes out of fashion

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

Next to excellence, comes the appreciation of it.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled.

Do not be in a hurry to succeed. What would you have to live for afterwards? Better make the horizon your goal; it will always be ahead of you.

Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

Though small was your allowance,You saved a little store:And those who save a littleShall get a plenty more.

Remember, it’s as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman

Life is the soul’s nursery -Its training place for the destinies of eternity.

I would rather make my name than inherit it.

Follow your honest convictions and be strong.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

A clever, ugly man every now and then is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible.

Never lose a chance of saying a kind word.

If a man character is to be abused there’s nobody like a relative to do the business.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking

Whenever he met a great man he groveled before him, and my-lorded him as only a free-born Briton can do.

It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.

If a secret history of books could be written, and the author’s private thoughts and meanings noted down alongside of his story, how many insipid volumes would become interesting, and dull tales excite the reader!

Tis strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree

What peace, what love, what truth, what beauty, what happiness for all, what generous kindness for you and me, are here spread out!

When we say of a gentleman that he lives elegantly on nothing a year, we use the word “nothing” to signify something unknown; meaning, simply, that we don’t know how the gentleman in question defrays...

By economy and good management — by a sparing use of ready money and by paying scarcely anybody, — people can manage to make a great show with very little means.

The pipe draws wisdom from the lips of the philosopher, and shuts up the mouth of the foolish: it generates a style of conversation, contemplative, thoughtful, benevolent, and unaffected.

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

‘Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,And his passion boiled and bubbled,Till he blew his silly brains out,And no more was by it troubled.

Ah vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of fate are, How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are

Always remember to take the door-key.

. . . it tastes well, the bread which you earn yourself.