Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.

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.

To be truly happy is a question of how we begin, and not how we end, of what we want and not what we have.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.

Anyone can carry their burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do their work, however hard, for one day.

It is one of the worst things of sentiment that the voice grows to be more important than the words, and the speaker than that what is spoken.