[Thomas Henry] Huxley is a very genial, comfortable being-yet with none of the noisy and windy geniality of some folks here, whom you find with their backs turned when you are responding to the remarks that they have made you.

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

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

Art does not lie in copying nature.- Nature furnishes the material by means of which is to express a beauty still unexpressed in nature.-The artist beholds in nature more than she herself is conscious of.

I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.

If this was love, love had been overrated.

Things are always different than what they might be...If you wait for them to change, you will never do anything.