"At one time five of us tried to understand De Quincey's marvelous "Dreams" more sympathetically, by drugging ourselve…"

"It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy …"

"Everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated—everlasting farewells!"

"Tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities … will always be the favourite…"

"In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage."

"A promise is binding in the inverse ratio of the numbers to whom it is made."

"Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else."

"For if once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he come…"

"The burden of the incommunicable."

"So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears…"