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Wine is valued by its price, not its flavour.
– Anthony Trollope
There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.
Marvelous is the power which can be exercised, almost unconsciously, over a company, or an individual, or even upon a crowd by one person gifted with good temper, good digestion, good intellects, and good looks.
It is self-evident that at sixty-five a man has done all that he is fit to do.
My sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere.
It has become a certainty now that if you will only advertise sufficiently you may make a fortune by selling anything.
Neither money nor position can atone to me for low birth.
Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
Oxford is the most dangerous place to which a young man can be sent.
A woman’s life is not perfect or whole till she has added herself to a husband. Nor is a man’s life perfect or whole till he has added to himself a wife.
Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
It is necessary to get a lot of men together, for the show of the thing, otherwise the world will not believe. That is the meaning of committees. But the real work must always be done by one or two men.
The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy; it lasts when all other pleasures fade.
There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.
As to that leisure evening of life, I must say that I do not want it. I can conceive of no contentment of which toil is not to be the immediate parent.
It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution.
Book love… is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.
When men think much, they can rarely decide.
I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes.
Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
This at least should be a rule through the letter-writing world: that no angry letter be posted till four-and-twenty hours will have elapsed since it was written.
And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.
I have no ambition to surprise my reader. Castles with unknown passages are not compatible with my homely muse.
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.
The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little – or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives.
The true picture of life as it is, if it could be adequately painted, would show men what they are, and how they might rise, not, indeed to perfection, but one step first, and then another on the ladder.
It is the test of a novel writer’s art that he conceal his snake-in-the-grass; but the reader may be sure that it is always there.
A man’s love, till it has been chastened and fastened by the feeling of duty which marriage brings with it, is instigated mainly by the difficulty of pursuit.
High rank and soft manners may not always belong to a true heart.