She is written in a foreign tongue.

The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.

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.

She is written in a foreign tongue.

..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.

There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.

I recall this passage as the hour of its first fully coming over me that she was a beautiful liberal creature. I had seen her personality in glimpses and gleams, like a song sung in snatches, but now it was before me in a large rosy glow, as if it had been a full volume of sound. I heard the whole of the air, and it was sweet fresh music, which I was often to hum over.(Sir Edmund Orme)