In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

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.

Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be we are.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.

Nothing like a little judicious levity.

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.