Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

An inebriated elderly gentleman in the last depths of shabbiness... played the calm and virtuous old men.

... what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.

The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm.

By the by, who ever knew a man who never read or wrote neither who hadn't got some small back parlour which he would call a study!

We all have some experience of a feeling, that comes over us occasionally, of what we are saying and doing having been said and done before, in a remote time - of our having been surrounded, dim ages ago, by the same faces, objects, and circumstances.