I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt, and, of course, if it ceased to beat, I would cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no – sympathy – sentiment – nonsense.
All partings foreshadow the great final one.
I want to escape from myself. For when I do start up and stare myself seedily in the face, as happens to be my case at present, my blankness is inconceivable – indescribable – my misery amazing.
When the time comes, let loose a tiger and a devil; but wait for the time with the tiger and the devil chained -not shown- yet always ready.
Don’t be afraid! We won’t make an author of you, while there’s an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.
Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
Some people are nobody’s enemies but their own.
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them wait.
They don’t mind it: its a reg’lar holiday to them – all porter and skittles.
My life is one demd horrid grind.
What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? O yes!
Why then we should drop into poetry.
The universe, he observed, makes rather an indifferent parent, I am afraid.
Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmastime.
Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend, will keep the dogs obedient to the whip, as long as this roof shuts out the sky.
I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.
The coffee was boiling over a charcoal fire, and large slices of bread and butter were piled one upon the other like deals in a lumber yard.
The first rule of business is: Do other men for they would do you.
This is a world of action, and not moping and droning in.