I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.

...quite the chilliest and least human known to me. You see brains floating like so many sea-anemones, nor have they shape or colour.

I just don't know what I'd do without a brain, Simone!" I say. "I mean, what's a person without one?

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.