A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.

There's little comfort in the wise

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.