Quotes About Henry

Even poetry, you know, is in one sense an infinite brag & exaggeration.

Religion is the Venereal Disease of Mankind.

fortune, who is a tender parent, and often doth more for her favourite offspring than either they deserve or wish

truth distinguishes our writings from those idle romances which are filled with monsters, the productions, not of nature, but of distempered brains;

even I myself, who am not remarkably liable to be captivated with show, have yielded not a little to the impressions of much preceding state.

So inconsiderable an object is misery to light minds when it is at any distance.

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

The only obligation to which in advance we may hold a novel, without incurring the accusation of being arbitrary, is that it be interesting.

Fear, unfortunately, is a very big thing, and there's a great variety of kinds.

Ah darling, goodness, I think, never brought any one out. Goodness, when it's real, precisely, rather keeps people IN.

But you must remember that justice to a lovely being is after all a florid sort of sentiment.

How on the other hand could I make a reference without a new plunge into the hideous obscure?

Middlemarch] is a treasure-house of details, but it is an indifferent whole.

typical frivolous always ended by sacrificing to vulgar pleasures. She

It was the abyss of human illusion that was the real, the tideless deep.

And it was in the mitigated midnight of these approximations that she had discerned the promise of her dawn.

There are gentlemen in plenty who would be glad to stop your mouth by kissing you!

Jasper to her.  I was obliged

One need not be a rabid Anglican to be extremely sensible to the charm of an English country church...

I don't believe they're very nice to girls; they're not nice to them in the novels.

You're capable of anything, you and Osmond. I don't mean Osmond by himself, and I don't mean you by yourself. But together you're dangerous — like some chemical combination.

under the long and discurtained ordeal of the morrow's dawn, that

some sunny empty grass-grown court lost in the heart of the labyrinthine pile.

Absence was a sign that when it might be a question of gratifying him.