He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.

I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.

...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. *** Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out of the train window, that he must look now, for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart, or that woman at work in the fields, again.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

What a lark! What a plunge!