You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Nothing like a little judicious levity.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.

I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

I am painfully situated, Utterson; my position is a very strange - a very strange one. It is one of those affairs that cannot be mended by talking.

Sightseeing is the art of disappointment.