They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. >>
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory. >>
Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That com >>
Indolence is a delightful but distressing state; we must be doing some >>
I look upon indolence as a sort of suicide; for the man is effectually >>
There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an afte >>
There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten -- before the end is told -- even if there happens to be any end to it.