Language is wine upon the lips.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which he has set his heart. If the passion for reading conquers him, his gains dwindle and vanish between his fingers. A reader, on the other hand, must check the desire for learning at the outset; if knowledge sticks to him well and good, but to go in pursuit of it, to read on a system, to become a specialist or an authority, is very apt to kill what suits us to consider the more humane passion for pure and disinterested reading.

Language is wine upon the lips.

But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.

There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.