I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much

I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me

If you are not long, I will wait for you all my life.

The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.

If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.