Happiness is like time and space-we make and measure it ourselves; it is as fancy, as big, as little, as you please,… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
A little work, a little play, To keep us going - and so, good-day! — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
I doubt if Dickens did, especially his women-his pretty women-Mrs. Dombey, Florence, Dora, Agnes, Ruth Pinch, Kate Nickleby, little Emily-we know them… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
Lovely female shapes are terrible complicators of the difficulties and dangers of this earthly life, especially for their owners. — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
Happiness is like time and space-we make and measure it ourselves; it is as fancy, as big, as little, as you please, just a… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
“But you are not listening, sapperment! great big she-fool that you are—sheep’s-head! Dummkopf! Donnerwetter! you are looking at the chimney-pots when Svengali talks! Look… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
The wretcheder one is, the more one smokes; and the more one smokes, the wretcheder one gets-a vicious circle. — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal, Wake the sounds that cannot lie,… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
“And, ach! what a beautiful skeleton you will make! And very soon, too, because you do not smile on your madly loving Svengali. You… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
The best years of a man's life are after he is forty. A man at forty has ceased to hunt the moon. — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
Life ain't all beer and skittles, and more's the pity; but what's the odds, so long as you're happy? — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Happiness is like time and space--we make and measure it ourselves; it is a fancy--as big, as little, as you please; just a thing… — George Du Maurier Copy Share Image
A little work, a little play, To keep us going - and so, good-day! — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
“It is a wondrous thing, the human foot—like the human hand; even more so, perhaps; but, unlike the hand, with which we are so… — George du Maurier Copy Share Image
