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Life will always remain a gamble, with prizes sometimes for the imprudent, and blanks so often to the wise.
I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.
Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago,“ has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.
Let us play the game of life as sportsmen, pocketing our winnings with a smile, leaving our losings with a shrug.
If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.
It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.
One we discover how to appreciate the timeless values in our daily experiences, we can enjoy the best things in life.
A Spaniard will seek to persuade you that the bull-ring is an institution got up chiefly for the benefit of the bull.
Give an average baby a fair chance, and if it doesn't do something it oughtn't to a doctor should be called in at once.
What readers ask nowadays in a book is that it should improve, instruct, and elevate. This book wouldn't elevate a cow.
Cassivelaunus had prepared the river for Caesar, by planting it full of stakes (and had, no doubt, put up a notice-board).
It is well we cannot see into the future. There are few boys of fourteen who would not feel ashamed of themselves at forty.
If there is one person I do despise more than another, it is the man who does not think exactly the same on all topics as I do.
"Not sure," he retorted; "you call yourself a journalist, and admit there is a subject under Heaven of which you are not sure!"
It is only the first baby that takes up the whole of a woman's time.Five or six do not require nearly so much attention as one.
Five thousand people in one society might do something, but five thousand societies of one member each would be a holy trouble.
There is no more thrilling sensation I know of than sailing. It comes as near to flying as man has got to yet - except in dreams.
I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.
There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one.
I often arrive at quite sensible ideas and judgements, on the spur of the moment. It is when I stop to think that I become foolish.
We are so bound together that no man can labor for himself alone. Each blow he strikes in his own behalf helps to mold the universe.
But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.
It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch each other, and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one.
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
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.
A cat's got her own opinion of human beings. She don't say much, but you can tell enough to make you anxious not to hear the whole of it.
But there, everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon him for the funeral expenses.
The world must be rather a rough place for clever people. Ordinary folk dislike them, and as for themselves, they hate each other most cordially.
When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.
Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their way, but we, poor mortals, in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company.
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.
There are the goods; if you want them, you can have them. If you do not want them, they would almost rather that you did not come and talk about them.
I don't understand German myself. I learned it at school, but forgot every word of it two years after I had left, and have felt much better ever since.
They [dogs] never talk about themselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself, and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation.
There may be a better land where bicycle saddles are made of rainbow, stuffed with cloud; in this world the simplest thing is to get used to something hard.
The odour of Burgundy, and the smell of French sauces, and the sight of clean napkins and long loaves, knocked as a very welcome visitor at the door of our inner man.
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.
Some people are under the impression that all that is required to make a good fisherman is the ability to tell lies easily and without blushing; but this is a mistake.
Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breathe, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of affection.
It seems to me so shocking to see the precious hours of a man's life - the priceless moments that will never come back to him again - being wasted in a mere brutish sleep.
1lb beefstak, with 1pt bitter beer every 6 hours. 1 ten-mile walk every morning. 1 bed at 11 sharp every night. And don't stuff your head with things you don't understand.
Man, if he would live, must worship. He looks around, and what to him, within the vision of his life, is the greatest and the best, that he falls down and does reverence to.
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.
We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment.
If you are foolish enough to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the rest; and if you can do with a little, ask for a great deal. Because if you don't you won't get any.
It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
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.
Swearing relieves the feelings - that is what swearing does. I explained this to my aunt on one occasion, but it didn't answer with her. She said I had no business to have such feelings.
People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.
It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch one another and find sympathy. We differ widely enough in our nobler qualities. It is in our follies that we are at one.