I would not trust a mouse to a woman if a man's judgment could be had.

Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love.

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

I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me.

As she realized what might have been, she grew to be thankful for what was.

I never did write a biography, and I don't exactly know how to set about it; you see I have to be accurate and keep to the facts, a most difficult thing for a writer of fiction.

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.