My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous — or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.

London is on the whole the most possible form of life.

We care what happens to people only in proportion as we know what people are.

...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.

When I am wicked I am in high spirits.

His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.

I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.