How womanly it is to ask the unanswerable at the moment impossible.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily.
There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.
The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.
They go in [to the library] not because they need any certain volume but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them.