My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.
Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
I have had my vision.
But I think I’m coloured by my own wishes, & experimental mood.
Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.