I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

To forget oneself is to be happy.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety, and the quiet mind. Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavours. If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temparate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

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.

Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living.