To mourn was distressing, but to endeavor to mourn and fail was worse than distress.
Theories have nothing to do with life.
It is only in the heart that anything really happens.
Surely the novel should be a form of art - but art was not enough. It must contain not only the perfection of art, but the imperfection of nature.
Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.
It is easy to convince a man who already thinks as you do.