And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you. -Gabriel Oak

We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.

If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?

Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.

The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they? -that is, seem as if they had. And the river says,-'Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand further away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!

A novel is an impression, not an argument; and there the matter must rest.