He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.

Even if the doctor does not give you a year, even if he hesitates about a month, make one brave push and see what can be accomplished in a week.