You must suffer me to go my own dark way.
There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to my evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.
Jekyll had more than a father’s interest; Hyde had more than a son’s indifference.
I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.
You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.
You have no idea, unless you have tried it, how endlessly long is a summer’s day, that you measure out only by hunger, and bring to an end only when you are drowsy.
You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.
You cannot run away from a weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
You can kill the body, but not the spirit.[to Mr. Hands]
You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.
Wine is bottled poetry.