I ought to tell you that I'm probably your cousin.

I am blackly bored when they are at large and at work; but somehow I am still more blackly bored when they are shut up in Holloway and we are deprived of them.

I don't care about anything but you, and that's enough for the present. I want you to be happy--not to think of anything sad; only to feel that I'm near you and I love you. Why should there be pain? In such hours as this what have we to do with pain? That's not the deepest thing; there's something deeper.

I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.

The time-honored bread-sauce of the happy ending.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.