They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends.

No one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with.

You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.