Mrs. Poulteney believed in a God that had never existed; and Sarah knew a God that did. (Chapter 9)

…the novelist stands next to God. (Chapter 13)

…I fear the country would be full of outcasts.” “It is.” “Now come, that’s absurd.” “Outcasts who are afraid to seem so. (Chapter 21)

You shall stand in sunlight –and smile at your own past sorrows. (Chapter 21)

What are we faced with in the nineteenth century? An age where woman was sacred; and where you could buy a thirteen-year-old girl for a few pounds –a few shillings, if you wanted her for only an hour tor two. (Chapter 35)

They were certainly preoccupied by love, and devoted far more of their arts to it than we do ours. (Chapter 35)

… we are all poets, though not many of us write poetry… (Chapter 45)

He remembered Varguennes; sin was to meet in privacy. (Chapter 46)

Though this may seem like a leap into atheism, it was no so... (Chapter 48)