All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I am accounted by some people as a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kitten's neck off, nor disturb a congregation, etc., your business is done. I know things of myself, which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient.

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.

We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.

I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!