Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.

Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself.