When I returned to partial life my face was wet with tears. How long that state of insensibility had lasted I cannot say. I had no means now of taking account of time. Never was solitude equal to this, never had any living being been so utterly forsaken.

Everything is possible for an eccentric, especially when he is English.

It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning...and let anything better come as a surprise.

I am very bad at expressing tender sentiments. The very word 'love' frightens me.

Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.

I say, you do have a heart!" "Sometimes," he replied, "when I have the time.

I see that it is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new