There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.

There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man.

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries