Her books are not so much to me, I confess, as the fact is, that she above all women (yes, and men of the age) has moved the world--and _for good_.
I hear that Mrs.Gaskell is coming, whom I am sure to like and love.

I know _that_ by her letters, though I was stupid or idle enough to let our correspondence go by; and by her books, which I earnestly admire.
How anxious I am to see the life of Charlotte Bronte! But we shall have to wait for it here.
Dearest friend, you don't mention Madme de Goethe, but I do hope you will have her with you before long.

The good to you will be immense, and after friendship (and reason) the sun and moon and earth of Italy will work for you in their places.

May God grant to us all that you may be soon strong enough to throw every burden behind you! The griefs that are incurable are those which have our own sins festering in them....
On April 6 we had tea out of doors, on the terrace of our friend Miss Blagden in her villa up [at] Bellosguardo (not exactly Aurora Leigh's,[54] mind).

You seemed to be lifted up above the world in a divine ecstasy.