"Mr Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that he was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backwards in sentiment; lean, long , dusty, dreary and yet somehow loveable."

" Something eminently human beaconed from his eyes; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life"

"He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify his taste for vintages; and though he enjoys the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years"

"It wasn't like a man; it was like some damn Juggernaut"

"I never saw a circle of such hateful faces; and there was the man in the middle, with a kind of black sneering coolness-frightening too, I could see that-but carrying it off, sir, really like Satan"