The books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill!

We neither know nor judge ourselves; others may judge, but cannot know us. God alone judges and knows us.

I am thinking,’ he remarked quietly, ’whether I shall add to the disorder in this room, by scattering your brains about the fireplace.

Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

But I am a just man, even to my enemy - and I will acknowledge, beforehand, that they are cleverer brains than I thought them

I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.

I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!