You send a boy to school in order to make friends - the right sort.

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.

When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.