[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] ... for finish, and melody of versification, there is nothing approaching to Miss Barrett in this day, or in any other - also for diction. Her words paint.

I have discovered that our great favourite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman...with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she was then the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly she ever remembers...

The slightest emotion of disinterested kindness that passes through the mind improves and refreshes that mind, producing generous thought and noble feeling, as the sun and rain foster your favourite flowers. Cherish kind wishes, my children; for a time may come when you may be enabled to put them in practice.

No fear of forgetting the good-humoured faces that meet us in our walks each day.

I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either.

Prejudices of taste, likings and dislikings, are not always vanquishable by reason.

I foresee that the Andersen and Fairy Tale fashion will not last; none of these things away from general nature do.