“The sketch of the summer-house which she had given me on the morning of our farewell, and which had never been separated from me since, was the birthday of our first hope.” — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
“There is nothing serious in mortality! Solomon in all his glory was Solomon with the elements of the contemptible lurking in every fold of… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“Let Lady Glyde's maid come in, Louis. Stop! Do her shoes creak?" I was obliged to ask the question. Creaking shoes invariably upset me… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own. — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels -… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“It is quite possible that I may be altogether wrong in this idea. My own impression, however, is, that I am right.” — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
Habits of literary composition are perfectly familiar to me. One of the rarest of all the intellectual accomplishments that a man can possess is… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“He has that quiet deference, that look of pleased, attentive interest, in listening to a woman, which, say what we may, we can none… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“It is not for you to say - you Englishmen, who have conquered your freedom so long ago, that you have conveniently forgotten what… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“Tell him next, that crimes cause their own detection. There's another bit of copy-book morality for you, Fosco. Crimes cause their own detection. What… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
“Shall I confess it, Mr. Hartright? I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share
