But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master--something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. He may lay down rules and devise principles, and to rules and principles it will perhaps for years lie in subjection; and then, haply without any warning of revolt, there comes a time when it will no longer consent.

That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

Unheard-of combinations of circumstances demand unheard-of rules.

I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations.

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

I soon forgot storm in music.