She felt drawing further from her and further from her an Archduke, (she did not mind that) a fortune, (she did not mind that) the safety and circumstance of married life, (she did not mind that) but life she heard going from her, and a lover.
... I doubt the capacity of the human animal for being dignified in ceremony.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.
Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.
To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries.