he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.
There never was a war that was not inward.
[On her use of quotations:] When a thing has been said so well that it could not be said better, why paraphrase it? Hence my writing, is, if not a cabinet of fossils, a kind of collection of flies in amber.
Writing is an undertaking for the modest.
the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.