It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination.
It just satisfies me here"-she put one hand on her breast-"it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache.
Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?"
"Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had."
"I have it lots of time-whenever I see anything royally beautiful.
But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue.
There is no meaning in a name like that.
They should call it-let me see-the White Way of Delight.
Isn't that a nice imaginative name? When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.
There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere.