Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.

I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.

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

I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.

I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and I believe they both get paid in the end; but the fools first.

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?