It makes a difference doesn't it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?

An acquaintance had become a lover, might become a husband, but would retain all that she had noted in the acquaintance; and love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one.

If only the sense of actuality can be lulled-and it sleeps for ever in most historians-there is no passion that cannot be gratified in the past.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.