"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."
"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."
"...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."
"There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison"
"...I will not allow books to prove any thing.""But how shall we prove any thing?""We never shall."