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

There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.

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

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

The defective can be more than the entire.

War makes rattling good history.