... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.

Our thoughts are often worse than we are.

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

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

It is difficult for woman to try to be anything good when she is not believed in.

I used to come from the village with all that dirt and coarse ugliness like a pain within me, and the simpering pictures in the drawing-room seemed to me like a wicked attempt to find delight in what is false, while we don't mind how hard the truth is for the neighbors outside our walls. I think we have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.