The old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

I never change, except in my affections.

There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.

The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ

I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.