You wish to put me in the dark. I tell you that I will never be put in the dark. You wish to beat me. I tell you that you will never beat me.

Critics kind never mind! Critics flatter no matter! Critics blame all the same! Do your best damn the rest!

The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.

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.

The grand thing is to be able to reason backwards.

The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.

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