I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

Shake me off, then, sir--push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms.

You need not think that because we chanced to be born of the same parents, I shall suffer you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim: I can tell you this - if the whole human race, ourselves excepted, were swept away, and we two stood alone on the earth, I would leave you in the old world, and betake myself to new.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

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.