Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this love to bring her hadn’t come, she supposed she must have been mistaken. And Emma tried to imagine just what was meant, in life, by the words “bliss,” “passion,” and “rapture” - words that had seemed so beautiful to her in books.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

You don't know what it is to stay a whole day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate brain so as to find a word.

One must laugh and weep, love, work, enjoy and suffer, in short vibrate as much as possible in all his being.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.