All I dreamed about Dr. Jekyll was that one man was being pressed into a cabinet, when he swallowed a drug and changed into another being. I awoke and said at once that I had found the missing link for which I had been looking so long, and before I went again to sleep almost every detail of the story, as it stands, was clear to me. Of course, writing it was another thing.

Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

The true wisdom is to be always seasonable, and to change with a good grace in changing circumstances.

It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.

Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

A proposition of geometry does not compete with life; and a proposition of geometry is a fair and luminous parallel for a work of art. Both are reasonable, both untrue to the crude fact; both inhere in nature, neither represents it.

Give us courage and gaiety and the quient mind . . .