People who write finely must not expect to be left in repose; they will be molested with thanks, at least.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
The beauty of a lovely woman is like music.
I easily sink into mere absorption of what other minds have done, and should like a whole life for that alone.
I shall do everything it becomes me to do.
There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.