O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong.

When your toil has been a pleasure, you have not earned money merely, but money, health, delight, and moral profit, all in one.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator. And how many loves have perished because, from pride, or spite, or diffidence, or that unmanly shame which withholds a man from daring to betray emotion, a lover, at the critical point of the relation, has but hung his head and held his tongue?

Every man is his own doctor of divinity, in the last resort.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

Strange as my circumstances were, the terms of this debate are as old and commonplace as man; much the same inducements and alarms cast the die for any tempted and trembling sinner; and it fell out with me, as it falls with so vast a majority of my fellows, that I chose the better part and was found wanting in the strength to keep to it.