Oxford is the most dangerous place to which a young man can be sent.
In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise.
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.
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.
My sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere.
When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.
There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.
Never think that you're not good enough. A man should never think that. People will take you very much at your own reckoning.
Passionate love, I take it, rarely lasts long, and is very troublesome while it does last. Mutual esteem is very much more valuable.
Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable.
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.
Book love... is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.
I do like a little romance... just a sniff, as I call it, of the rocks and valleys. Of course, bread-and-cheese is the real thing. The rocks and valleys are no good at all, if you haven't got that.
I think the greatest rogues are they who talk most of their honesty.
There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
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.
It is self-evident that at sixty-five a man has done all that he is fit to do.
It is hard to rescue a man from the slough of luxury and idleness combined. If anything can do it, it is a cradle filled annually.
