...The peculiar air of Oxford-the air of liberty to care for the things of the mind assured and secured by machinery which is in itself a satisfaction to sense.

Which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?

Live as you like best, and your character will take care of itself. Most things are good for you; the exceptions are very rare.

I take up my own pen again - the pen of all my old unforgettable efforts and sacred struggles. To myself - today - I need say no more. Large and full and high the future still opens. It is now indeed that I may do the work of my life. And I will.

Women never dine alone. When they dine alone they don't dine.

I think I don't regret a single 'excess' of my responsive youth - I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn't embrace.

She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.