Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.

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

Fashion is a capricious deity.

[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.

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.

I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts.

A novel should be as like life as a painting, but not as like life as a piece of waxwork.