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.

Jekyll had more than a father's interest; Hyde had more than a son's indifference.

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

The spirit of delight comes in small ways.

Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?

-I am not sure whether he's sane. -If there's any doubt about the matter, he is.

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.