No fear of forgetting the good-humoured faces that meet us in our walks each day.
... they know little of the passions who seek to argue with that most intractable of them all, the fear that is born of love.
There is no running away from a great grief.
Trees and children are, of all living things, those whose growth soonest makes one feel one's age ...
That bad letters of every kind arise from want of the habit of thinking, I cannot doubt.
In our present high state of civilization, people are so much alike, that anything at all odd comes on one with the freshness and character of an antique coin among smooth shillings.
[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] Her sweetness of character is even beyond her genius.
autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year ...
Our English people are much addicted to raising idols, and then revenging themselves on their own idolatry by knocking down and demolishing the poor bits of wood and stone that they had worshipped as gods. How many literary reputations have been so treated!
I detest so much ... those persons, who insist upon telling you everything - who labor every point, as the lawyers say, as if they thought all excellence consisted in length ...
I have had a great misfortune; my dear old dog is dead.
I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either.
I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts.
Enthusiasm is very catching, especially when it is very eloquent.
I prepare myself for all disappointments by expecting nothing ...
fashion is a capricious deity ...
To think of playing cricket for hard cash! Money and gentility would ruin any pastime under the sun.
We may admire people for being wise, but we like them best when they are foolish.
Nothing so pretty to look at as my garden!
I place flowers in the very first rank of simple pleasures; and I have no very good opinion of the hard worldly people who take no delight in them.
Friendship is the bread of the heart.
I foresee that the Andersen and Fairy Tale fashion will not last; none of these things away from general nature do.
Does it not appear to you versatility is the true and rare characteristic of that rare thing called genius-versatility and playfulness? In my mind they are both essential.
Well, great authors are great people - but I believe that they are best seen at a distance.
The power of admiring whatever is deserving of admiration, the nice and quick perception of the beautiful and the true, is one of the highest and noblest of our faculties, born of taste, and knowledge, and wisdom, or rather it is taste, and wisdom, and knowledge, in one rare and great combination.
The slightest emotion of disinterested kindness that passes through the mind improves and refreshes that mind, producing generous thought and noble feeling, as the sun and rain foster your favourite flowers. Cherish kind wishes, my children; for a time may come when you may be enabled to put them in practice.
Buonaparte is certainly writing, or rather dictating, his memoirs. He walks backwards and forwards with his hands behind him, and dictates so fast that two or three of his suite are obliged to be in attendance, that the one may take down one-half of a sentence, and another the rest; they then literally compare notes, and put the disjointed legs and wings and heads of periods together. This is writing a book as he fought a battle.
A novel should be as like life as a painting, but not as like life as a piece of waxwork.
[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] ... for finish, and melody of versification, there is nothing approaching to Miss Barrett in this day, or in any other - also for diction. Her words paint.
prejudices of taste, likings and dislikings, are not always vanquishable by reason ...