A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual

In marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the same house.

Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.

I was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone.

I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother.

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?