We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.