I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

Only people who look dull ever get into the House of Commons, and only people who are dull ever succeed there.

I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall see the wind stir into restless beauty the swaying gold of the one, and make the other toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me.

Any place you love is the world to you”, explained the pensive Catherine Wheel, who had been attached to an old deal box in early life, and prided herself on her broken heart; “but love is not fashionable any more, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent. I remember myself once- But it is no matter now. Romance is a thing of the past.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.