When I Hear Any Man Talk Of

The Main Question To A Novel Is -- Did It Amuse? Were You Surprised At Dinner Coming So Soon? Did You Mistake Eleven For Ten? Were You Too Late To Dress? And Did You Sit Up Beyond The Usual Hour? If A Novel Produces These Effects, It Is Good; If It Does Not -- Story, Language, Love, Scandal Itself Cannot Save It. It Is Only Meant To Please; And It Must Do That Or It Does Nothing.

Scotland: That Garret Of The Earth - That Knuckle-end Of England - That Land Of Calvin, Oatcakes, And Sulfur.

No Man Can Ever End With Being Superior Who Will Not Begin With Being Inferior.

Poverty Is No Disgrace To A Man, But It Is Confoundedly Inconvenient.

Hope Is The Belief, More Or Less Strong, That Joy Will Come.