There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.

every idiot who goes about with a 'Merry Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.

You have no idea what it is to have anybody wonderful fond of you, unless you have been got down and rolled upon by the lonely feelings that I have mentioned as having once got the better of me.

The beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.

Friendless I can never be, for all mankind are my kindred, and I am on ill terms with no one member of my great family.