There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.

It was for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

Don't ever confuse motion with progress.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.

The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.

Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.