literature is the record of our discontent.
old emotions like old families have intermarried and have many connections.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
Language is wine upon the lips.
I got out this diary, & read as one always does read one's own writing, with a kind of guilty intensity.
The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.