I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest species of literary exertion, and that… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
I have noticed that the Christianity of a certain class of respectable people begins when they open their prayer-books at eleven o'clock… — 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 Image
“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 Image
Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own. — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared. Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
