Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.

O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

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.

All sorts of allowances are made for the illusions of youth, and none, or almost none for the disenchantment of age.