Am I no a bonny fighter?

When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind.

I incline to Cain's heresy," he used to say quaintly: "I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

No man is useless while he has a friend.

When I say writing, O believe me, it is rewriting that I have chiefly in mind.

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.

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?