For Your Popular Rumour, Unlike The Rolling

I Think It Impossible, Utterly Impossible, For Any Englishman To Live Here [in America], And Be Happy.

My Dear Young Lady, Crime, Like Death, Is Not Confined To The Old And Withered Alone. The Youngest And Fairest Are Too Often Its Chosen Victims.

The More Man Knows Of Man, The Better For The Common Brotherhood Among Men.

It Is The Last Straw That Breaks The Camel's Back.

Friendless I Can Never Be, For All Mankind Are My Kindred, And I Am On Ill Terms With No One Member Of My Great Family.