So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.... - Thomas Hardy

The time seems near, if it has not actually arrived, when the chastened sublimity of a moor, a sea, or a mountain will be all of nature that is absolutely in keeping with the moods of the more thinking among mankind.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

She remained mute, not knowing that he was smothering his affection for her. She hardly observed that a tear descended slowly upon his cheek, a tear so large that it magnified the pores of the skin over which it rolled, like the object lens of a microscope.