I easily sink into mere absorption of what other minds have done, and should like a whole life for that alone.

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.

Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

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.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.