In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

"Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have."

Success is the brand on the brow of a man who has aimed too low.

Life is a long headache in a noisy street.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.