He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.

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

Be what you are, and become what you are capable of becoming.

It's a pleasant thing to be young, and have ten toes.

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

The obscurest epoch is to-day.

I have resolved that from this day on, I will do all the business I can honestly, have all the fun I can reasonably, do all the good I can willingly, and save my digestion by thinking pleasantly.