As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.
Anna Brownell JamesonIf we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more.
Anna Brownell JamesonNature is boundless in her powers, exhausting in her variety: the powers of Art and its capabilities of variety in production are bounded on every side. Nature herself, the infinite, has circumscribed the bounds of finite Art. The one is the divinity; the other the priestess.
Anna Brownell JamesonConversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords-philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
Anna Brownell Jameson