Literary Classics

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth

I am lost without my Boswell — and you are not lost at all

It is the brain, the little grey cells — on them I rely

Too much sanity may be madness — and the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be

To be, or not to be — that is the question that never stops mattering

I was master of the whole manufacturing process from first to last

I am not what you call a civilised man. I have done with society entirely

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine

Handsome, clever, and rich — and in need of far more self-knowledge than she yet possesses

I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle

Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example

I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it

Man is not truly one, but truly two — and I was the first to acknowledge it

I know that I know nothing — and that is the beginning of wisdom

I'm on your side now, hand and heart — but only a fool thinks that is permanent

From hell's heart I stab at thee — I will follow thee round perdition's flames before I give thee up

All right, then, I'll go to hell — and meant it

Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do