A Novel Is An Impression, Not An

A Lover Without Indiscretion Is No Lover At All.

And Yet To Every Bad There Is A Worse.

Silence Has Sometimes A Remarkable Power Of Showing Itself As The Disembodied Soul Of Feeling Wandering Without Its Carcase, And It Is Then More Impressive Than Speech.

Dialect Words Are Those Terrible Marks Of The Beast To The Truly Genteel.

She Was But A Transient Impression, Half Forgotten.