"she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly."
"...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure."
"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you."
"I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives."
"My idea of good company, Mr. Eliot, is the company of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company."
"...I will not allow books to prove any thing.""But how shall we prove any thing?""We never shall."