It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonDeath is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonRemedy your deficiencies,and your merits will take care of themselves.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonSooner mayest thou trust thy pocket to a pickpocket than give loyal friendship to the man who boasts of eyes to the heart never mounts in dew! Only when man weeps he should be alone, not because tears are weak, but they should be secret. Tears are akin to prayer,--Pharisees parade prayers, imposters parade tears.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton