What an immense impression Paris made upon me. It is the most extraordinary place in the world!.

Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through the ….

All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself..

Its very pulse, if I may use the word, was like no other clock. It did not mark the flight of every moment with a gentle second stroke, as though it ….

Home is a word stronger than a magician ever spoke..

Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark ….

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly c….

Have I yet to learn that the hardest and best-borne trials are those which are never chronicled in any earthly record, and are suffered every day!.

The word of a gentleman is as good as his bond — sometimes better; as in the present case, where his bond might prove but a doubtful sort of security..

If there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers..

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?.

…a lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper --a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more….

I took a good deal o' pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was very young, and shift for hisself. It's the only way to ….

It is the last straw that breaks the camel's back..

Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity..

I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-ha….

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free..

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again..

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies..

This was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churc….

"You see," said Mr. Toots, "what I wanted in a wife was - in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I had. Sense I - I had not, particularly.".