You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a comforting thought

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?

How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.