As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

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

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

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