There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?

I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me

Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

Expenditure--like ugliness and errors--becomes a totally new thing when we attach our own personality to it, and measure it by that wide difference which is manifest (in our own sensations) between ourselves and others.