Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.

She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.

Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she should find herself in a difficult position, so that she might have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.

Make him [the reader] think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications.

One is oneself a fine consequence.

Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.