You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles.

The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.

It is all in the way of professional experience.

There was a brisk northern wind, heavy and wet with the salt of the sea, and he felt, as he turned his face to it, fresh life and strength surging in his blood and bracing his limbs.

I fear that if the matter is beyond humanity, it is certainly beyond me.

I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air -- or as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a man to be. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

I have taken to living by my wits.