Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins.

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.