I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.

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

A solitary life cherishes mere fancies until they become manias.

Your husband this morning! Mine tonight! What do you take him for?' 'A man' smiled Cynthia. 'And therefore, if you won't let me call him changeable, I'll coin a word and call him consolable.

..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.

It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.

Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.