Wilkie Collins, fully William Wilkie Collins

Wilkie
Collins, fully William Wilkie Collins
1824
1889

English Novelist, Playwright and Author of Short Stories

Author Quotes

She looked so irresistibly beautiful as she said those brave words that no man alive could have steel his heart against her.

The grandest mountain prospect that the eye can range over is appointed to annihilation. The smallest human interest that the pure heart can feel is appointed to immortality.

There is nothing serious in mortality! Solomon in all his glory was Solomon with the elements of the contemptible lurking in every fold of his robes and in every corner of his palace.

When you say No to a Woman, Sir, always say it in one word. If you give her reasons, she invariably believes that you mean Yes.

Silence is safe.

The greatest of all virtues is - Patience.

This is a miserable world, says the Sergeant. Human life, Mr. Betteredge, is a sort of target—misfortune is always firing at it, and always hitting the mark.

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

Sir John had his share–perhaps rather a large share–of the more harmless and amiable of the weaknesses incidental to humanity. Among these, I may mention as applicable to the matter in hand, an invincible reluctance–so long as he enjoyed his usual good health–to face the responsibility of making his will.

The hardest disease to cure that I know of is - worry.

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

Women can resist a man's love, a man's fame, a man's personal appearance, and a man's money, but they cannot resist a man's tongue when he knows how to talk to them.

Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey SAT through life.

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

Time possesses nothing but the negative virtue of helping to wear itself out.

Yes! the books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life that I can look back on with something like pride... Early and late, through the long winter nights and the quiet summer days, I drank at the fountain of knowledge, and never wearied of the draught.

Suspect, in this case, the very last person on whom suspicion could possibly fall.

The law will argue anything, with anybody who will pay the law for the use of its brains and its time.

Time, animals, and buildings wear out with years, and submit to their hard lot. Time only meets with flat contradiction when he ventures to tell a woman that she is growing old.

You are not to take it, if you please, as the saying of an ignorant man, when I express my opinion that such a book as ROBINSON CRUSOE never was written, and never will be written again. I have tried that book for years—generally in combination with a pipe of tobacco—and I have found it my friend in need in all the necessities of this mortal life. When my spirits are bad—ROBINSON CRUSOE. When I want advice—ROBINSON CRUSOE. In past times when my wife plagued me; in present times when I have had a drop too much—ROBINSON CRUSOE. I have worn out six stout ROBINSON CRUSOES with hard work in my service. On my lady's last birthday she gave me a seventh. I took a drop too much on the strength of it; and ROBINSON CRUSOE put me right again. Price four shillings and sixpence, bound in blue, with a picture into the bargain.

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

The man who has worked in the full fervor of composition yesterday is the same man who sits in severe and merciless judgment to-day on what he has himself produced.

True remorse depends, to my mind, on a man's accurate knowledge of his own motives.

You are one of the most remarkable women England - you have never written a novel.

Tell him next, that crimes cause their own detection. There's another bit of copy-book morality for you, Fosco. Crimes cause their own detection. What infernal humbug!

Author Picture
First Name
Wilkie
Last Name
Collins, fully William Wilkie Collins
Birth Date
1824
Death Date
1889
Bio

English Novelist, Playwright and Author of Short Stories