She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!

Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.

Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.

He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.

No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

I look at [books] as a child looks at cakes - with glittering eyes and a watering mouth, imagining the pleasure that awaits him.

I do not look on self-indulgent, sensual people as worthy of my hatred; I simply look upon them with contempt for their poorness of character.