Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

We can only know others by ourselves.

The essence of love is kindness.

You seem to me to be a pretty lucky young man; keep your eyes open to your mercies. That part of piety is eternal; and the man who forgets to be grateful has fallen asleep in life.

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.

I lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me.

As if a man's soul were not too small to begin with, they have dwarfed an narrowed theirs by a life of all work and no play; until here they are at forty, with a listless attention, a mind vacant of all material of amusement, and not one thought to rub against another, while they wait for the train.