Date: 1800

The face may be an index of an honest mind

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

The passions may be supplied with food

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

One may be buried in thought

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

The heart may be sore

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"My curiosity grew more eager, in proportion as it was supplied with food, and every day added strength to the assurance that I was no insignificant and worthless being."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"I merely write to allay those tumults which our necessary separation produces; to aid me in calling up a little patience, till the time arrives, when our persons, like our minds, shall be united forever."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1854

"There was an air of jaded sullenness in them both, and particularly in the girl: yet, struggling through the dissatisfaction of her face, there was a light with nothing to rest upon, a fire with nothing to burn, a starved imagination keeping life in itself somehow, which brightened its expression."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)

Date: 1854

"t was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)

Date: 1854

"'My dear Bounderby,' said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle to his servant, 'I do see it; and am as overcome as you can possibly desire me to be, by the spectacle afforded to my mental view.'"

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)

Date: 1854

"All the journey, immovable in the air though never left behind; plain to the dark eyes of her mind, as the electric wires which ruled a colossal strip of music-paper out of the evening sky, were plain to the dark eyes of her body; Mrs. Sparsit saw her staircase, with the figure coming down."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)