“Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.”

“Mr. Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out of self-consciousness into passionate delight; it went on fluttering in the swampy ground where it was hatched, thinking of its wings and never flying.”

“I flutter all ways, and fly in none.”

“Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.”

“We are children of a large family, and must learn, as such children do, not to expect that our little hurts will be made much of - to be content with little nurture and caressing, and help each other the more.”

“Even when she was speaking, her soul was in prayer reposing on an unseen support.”

“Just a month from this day, on the twentieth of September, 1850, I shall be sitting in this chair, in this study, at ten o' clock at night, longing to die, weary of incessant insight and foresight, without delusions and without hope.”