It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.