Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.

Anything is better than stagnation.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner.

What a lovely thing a rose is!

What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done?

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.