How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?
Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.
So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.
It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.
The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.