I am a citizen of the world, and I have met, in my time, with so many different sorts of virtue, that I am puzzled, in my old age, to say which is the right sort and which is the wrong.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.

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

My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ... the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.