I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of an artistic process.
Innocent and infinite are the pleasures of observation.
She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!
if you are going to be pushed you had better jump
Be generous, be delicate, and always pursue the prize.
She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more — this idea was as sweet as the vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land.