But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

There is always an inertia to be overcome in striking out a new line of conduct – not more in ourselves, it seems, than in circumscribing events, which appear as if leagued together to allow no novelties in the way of amelioration.

Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")

She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.

Women accept their destiny more readily than men.