He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.

At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards.

This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.

Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.

If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting--both for us and for her.

A novel must give a sense of permanence as well as a sense of life.