There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.

Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously.

I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?