Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

He is not to them what he is to me.

Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.

The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and sought stimulus so little, that when the latter came I almost felt it a disturbance, and rather still wished it had held aloof.

The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted.