No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes.

One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done--for.

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. Everywhere else we may be bound by laws and conventions—there we have none.

Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

To feel anything strongly was to create an abyss between oneself and others who feel strongly perhaps but differently.

Good-morning to you, Clarissa!

Queer," I mused, "to see what we were thinking five years ago.