We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.

Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.

He wished she knew his impressions; but he would as soon have thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibilities of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he remained silent.

And yet to every bad there is a worse.

- the ethereal, fine-nerved, sensitive girl, quite unfitted by temperament and instinct to fulfil the conditions of the matrimonial relation with Phillotson, possibly with scarce any man.

Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?