“What is done is done; and the cracked egg cannot be cured.”

“(H)ope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.”

“You who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to give yourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousness in the land of Fancy; you who think that life hath not to do with innocent laughter that can harm no one; these pages are not for you.”

“An I must drink sour ale, I must, but never have I yielded to a man before, and that without would or mark upon my body. Nor, when I bethink me, will I yield now.”

“The geologic cycle is a bunch of balarky.”

“Will you come with me, sweet Reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.”

“For ages past the Genius of Literature and the Genius of Art have walked together hand in hand. For the Goddess of letters is blind, and only she of Art can lend her sight.”