Everyone lives by selling something.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

A friend is a gift you give yourself.

All I dreamed about Dr. Jekyll was that one man was being pressed into a cabinet, when he swallowed a drug and changed into another being. I awoke and said at once that I had found the missing link for which I had been looking so long, and before I went again to sleep almost every detail of the story, as it stands, was clear to me. Of course, writing it was another thing.

When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great. And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.