I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with death in hand, and death's own hand is warmer than my own. I don't wish to live any longer.

He did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion. He had even a mad, melodramatic idea to drug her.

Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.

I forget who it was that recommended men for their soul's good to do each day two things they disliked: it was a wise man, and it is a precept that I have followed scrupulously; for every day I have got up and I have gone to bed.

The most valuable thing I have learned from life is to regret nothing.

A good style should show no signs of effort. What is written should seem a happy accident.

A state of reverie does not avoid reality, it accedes to reality.