And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

By doing just a little every day, I can gradually let the task completely overwhelm me.

I must say... that I ruined myself: and that nobody, great or small, can be ruined except by his own hand.

Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women. It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

The nineteenth century is a turning point in history, simply on account of the work of two men, Darwin and Renan, the one the critic of the Book of Nature, the other the critic of the books of God. Not to recognise this is to miss the meaning of one of the most important eras in the progress of the world.

Tea is the only simple pleasure left to us.