I hate ordinary people!

She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.

I asked for bread, and I got a stone in the shape of a pedestal.

He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.

…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.

It's a great comfort to have an artistic sister.

…to the inspiration of necessity, we owe half the wise, beautiful, and useful blessings of the world.