I am painfully situated, Utterson; my position is a very strange - a very strange one. It is one of those affairs that cannot be mended by talking.

I know what happiness is, for I have done good work.

One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.

Am I no a bonny fighter?

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a revenue of pleasurable activity.

I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and I find it hard to believe.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.