I Should Not Mind Anything At All.

You Have Qualities Which I Had Not Before Supposed To Exist In Such A Degree In Any Human Creature. You Have Some Touches Of The Angel In You.

I Have Never Yet Known What It Was To Separate Esteem From Love

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

You Men Have None Of You Any Hearts.' 'if We Have Not Hearts, We Have Eyes; And They Give Us Torment Enough.