I wish there were some photographic process by which one's mind could be struck off and transferred to that of the friend we wish to know it, without the medium of this confounded letter-writing!

Death is the last fact of which we can be certain.

society ... is tolerant of crimes, and long suffering with dullness, but it shows no mercy to those who are different from other people.

Did you ever see a giraffe? It is like something from between the regions of truth and fiction.

One's conscience reproaches one much more stingingly for one's follies than one's crimes.

I wish there were some photographic process by which one's mind could be struck off and transferred to that of the friend we wish to know it, without the medium of this confounded letter-writing!

Love ... is a sacred fire that must not be burnt to idols.