The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.
I am not against hasty marriages where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.
The books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill!
The books—the generous friends who met me without suspicion—the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life that I can look back on with something like pride... Early and late, through the long winter nights and the quiet summer days, I drank at the fountain of knowledge, and never wearied of the draught.
Men, being accustomed to act on reflection themselves, are a great deal too apt to believe that women act on reflection, too. Women do nothing of the sort. They act on impulse; and, in nine cases out of ten, they are heartily sorry for it afterward.
I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.
