Saints are sinners who kept on going.

The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.

A man finds he has been wrong at every stage of his career, only to deduce the astonishing conclusion that he is at last entirely right.

I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the eruption and think it long of coming. Literally no man has more wholly outlived life than I. And still it's good fun.

He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.

A great part of this life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure.

O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.