True enthusiasm is a fine feeling whose flash I admire where-ever I see it.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.

The City seems so much more in earnest: its business, its rush, its roar are such serious things, sights and sounds. The City is getting its living - the West-End but enjoying its pleasure.

It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.