Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.

All the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it.

... there are few things that can reconcile us fully to our parting with a world of which the longest life can see so little and whose beauties have so extraordinary a variety.

I feel like a divorced wife once my book is published and has left me, and hate to be brought back into intimate contact!

Nearly all trouble comes from mis-timing.

One life is an absurdly small allowance.

It is better to be passionate than to be tolerant at the expense of one's soul.