Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering in that way; and you did not help me!

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.