Date: 1797

"In the eagerness of conversation, and, yielding to the satisfaction which the mind receives from exercising ideas that have long slept in dusky indolence, and to the pleasure of admitting new ones, the Abbot and a few of the brothers sat with Vivaldi to a late hour."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"A deep sigh from Vivaldi recalled his wandering imagination; and, when he noticed again the sorrow in his master's look, all his lightly-joyous spirits fled."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"Paulo, meanwhile, mute and grave, was watchful of all that passed; he observed the revolutions in his master's mind, with grief first, and then with surprize, but he could not imitate the noble fortitude, which now gave weight and steadiness to Vivaldi's thought."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"The day, however, was passed in terror, and almost in despondency; she could neither doubt the purpose for which she had been brought hither, nor discover any possibility of escaping from her persecutors; yet that propensity to hope, which buoys up the human heart, even in the severest moments o...

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"His respiration was short and laborious, chilly drops stood on his forehead, and all his faculties of mind seemed suspended."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"But Schedoni spoke not: the tumult in his breast was too great for utterance, and he pressed hastily forward. Spalatro followed."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1799

"My meditations had been ardently pursued, and, when I recalled my attention, I found myself bewildered among fields and fences."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1799

"My thoughts flowed with tumult and rapidity."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1814

"Upon such expressions of affection, Fanny could have lived an hour without saying another word; but Edmund, after waiting a moment, obliged her to bring down her mind from its heavenly flight by saying, 'But what is it that you want to consult me about?'"

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)