There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

One must choose between Obscurity with Efficiency, and Fame with its inevitable collateral of Bluff.

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

Doing what’s right is no guarantee against misfortune.

Fear, born of that stern matron, Responsibility.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

People don’t ever seem to realize that doing what’s right is no guarantee against misfortune.

It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.