There is no ordinary run of mankind, there are only individuals who are totally different. And whether a man is naked and black and stands on one foot in Sudan or is clothed in some kind of costume in a bus in England, they are still individuals of entirely different characters.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

What is youth except a man or a woman before it is ready or fit to be seen.

Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

A typical triumph of modern science to find the only part of Randolph that was not malignant and remove it.

I'm quite deaf now; such a comfort.