Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.

[I]n the gloomy month of February.... The Deserts of Arabia are not more dreary and inhospitable than the streets of London at such a time.

It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.

Poetry had breathed over and sanctified the land.

after a man passes 60 , his mischief is mainly in his head

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!