I desire therefore I exist.

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

What a joy it is to dance and sing!

[T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants--neither alcohol nor meat--are served, that comforting repast of which to partake is as good as second childhood.

Though I still turn up my coat-collar in a lonely way and am always looking at myself in mirrors, they’re only habits and give no clue at all to my character, whatever that is. The most difficult performance in the world is acting naturally isn’t it? Everything else is artful.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. from "The Lady of the Haunted House