I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.

Even before I met you I was far from indifferent to you.

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!

If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.

Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good.

"I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane." "It never is, sir." "Lane, you're a perfect pessimist." "I do my best to give satisfaction, sir."