Here it is about gentlemen of fortune. They lives rough, and they risk swinging, but they eat and drink like fighting-cocks, and when a cruise is done, why, it's hundreds of pounds instead of hundreds of farthings in their pockets.

When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind.

There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere else.

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

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

Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?