One Is Oneself A Fine Consequence.

...and The Great Advantage Of Being A Literary Woman, Was That You Could Go Everywhere And Do Everything.

It Doesn't So Much Matter What You Do In Particular, So Long As You Have Your Life.

The Girl Had A Certain Nobleness Of Imagination, Which Rendered Her A Good Many Services And Played Her A Great Many Tricks. She Spent Half Her Time In Thinking Of Beauty, Bravery, Magnanimity; She Had A Fixed Determination To Regard The World As A Place Of Brightness, Of Free Expansion, Of Irresistible Action, She Thought It Would Be Detestable To Be Afraid Or Ashamed. She Had An Infinite Hope That She Would Never Do Anything Wrong. She Had Resented So Strongly, After Discovering Them, Her Mere Errors Of Feeling.

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.