“Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.”
“That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.”
“Life itself, she thought, as she went upstairs to dress for dinner, was stranger than dreams and far, far more disordered.”
“Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?”
“Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.”
“But it is not only the difficulty and labor which men take in finding out of truth, nor again that when it is found it imposeth upon men's thoughts, that doth bring lies in favor; but a natural though corrupt love of the lie itself.”