English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

I'm not feisty. But when you're as small as I am and female if you don't stand up for your rights, you're sure to be pushed around by big, hairy, smelly men with delusions about male superiority.

Actually it was the mark of the stupid, which is what you get for sitting under a tree during a thunderstorm.

I hate injustice, I despise inequity, I condemn hypocrisy, I abhor the lack of reason.

I never took a day off in my twenties. Not one.

God is defined by Jesus but not confined to Jesus.

To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to 't.

Because what we have done, we have thrown clothes off and they have picked them up and put them on.

The people who truly love me and loved me before all of this stuff. You can't ever leave them behind.

My favorite thing is Spaghetti with white clam sauce anywhere on the Amalfi Coast or the Tuscan Coast.

Give us the child for eight years and it will be a Bolshevik forever.