George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.