Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their own way, but we, poor mortals in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company."

"Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen."

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.

"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."

Conceit is the finest armour a man can wear.