3 Quotes by Joseph Furphy

Who can control his fate? asks the ruined Othello. No one, indeed. But everyone controls his option, chooses his alternative.

Such is life, my fellow-mummers-just like a poor player that bluffs and feints his hour upon the stage, and then cheapens down to mere nonentity. But let me not hear any small witticism to the further effect that its story is a tale told by a vulgarian, full of slang and blanky, signifying-nothing.

Age cannot limit him, nor use exhaust his infinite mendacity.