The religion of personal fear remains nearly at the level of the savage.
I am always bored. (gwendolen harleth)
And we must learn to accommodate ourselves to the discovery that some of those cunningly-fashioned instruments called human souls have only a very limited range of music, and will not vibrate in the l...
You must be sure of two things: you must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin.
When we are treated well, we naturally begin to think that we are not altogether unmeritorious, and that it is only just we should treat ourselves well, and not mar our own good fortune.
When the commonplace We must all die transforms itself suddenly into the acute consciousness I must die-- and soon, then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold u...
When the animals entered the Ark in pairs, one may imagine that allied species made much private remark on each other, and were tempted to think that so many forms feeding on the same store of fodder...
What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
Their ardor alternated between a vague ideal and the common yearning of womanhood; so that the one was disapproved as extravagance, and the other condemned as a lapse.
The terror of being judged sharpens the memory: it sends an inevitable glare over that long-unvisited past which has been habitually recalled only in general phrases. Even without memory, the life is...
That was the way with Casaubon's hard intellectual labours. Their most characteristic result was not the 'Key to all Mythologies', but a morbid consciousness that others did not give him the place whi...
Our good depends on the quality and breadth of our emotions.
No retrospect will take us to the true beginning
No one knew where wandering men had their homes or their origin; and how was a man to be explained unless you at least knew somebody who knew his father and mother?
My dear Mrs Casaubon, said Farebrother, smiling gently at her ardour, character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become di...
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive - when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.
I protest against any absolute conclusion.
I beg your pardon: correct English is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. And the strongest slang of all is the slang of poets.
Each position has its corresponding duties.