I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.
The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
To be kind to all to like many and love a few to be needed and wanted by those we love is certainly the nearest we can come to happiness.
Love is like the measles. The older you get it the worse the attack.
Yet she [Jane Porter] asks little enough: a quiet life, peace, and if not active happiness, that resignation which after the hot days of youth are over, passes for contentment.
The world doesn't come to the clever folks it comes to the stubborn obstinate one-idea-at-a-time people.