I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.

It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.

I wear the chains I forged in life.

a most excellent man, though I could have wished his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others.

He was consious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares, long, long, forgotten.