Friendship is the bread of the heart.

[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.

Trees and children are, of all living things, those whose growth soonest makes one feel one's age.

Enthusiasm is very catching, especially when it is very eloquent.

Nothing so pretty to look at as my garden!

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.