He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.

Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.

I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.

Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.