And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.
It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.
Desire grows by what it feeds on.
I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.
Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.
The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.