There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.

Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.

There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.