Wilkie Collins

Is the prison that Mr. Scoundrel lives in at the end of his career a more uncomfortable place than t ...

Yes! the books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never ...

The law will argue any thing, with any body who will pay the law for the use of its brains and its t ...

You hear more than enough of married people living together miserably. Here is an example to the con ...

Through all the ways of our unintelligible world, the trivial and the terrible walk hand in hand tog ...

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void i ...

I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept ...

What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman's dressing-gow ...

Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the yo ...

Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by ...

This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

“I am (thank God) constitutionally superior to reason.”

“It is the nature of truth to struggle to the light.”

“The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild ...