Every man who is high up loves to think that he has done it all by himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that. It's our only joke. Every woman knows that.
It has been said of the unseen army of the dead, on their everlasting march, that when they are passing a rural cricket ground, the Englishmen fall out of the ranks for a moment to lean over a gate and smile.
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another, and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.