Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

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

He wished she knew his impressions; but he would as soon have thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibilities of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he remained silent.

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.

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