"Her nature had, in her conceit, a certain garden-like quality, a suggestion of perfume and murmuring..."

“Her nature had, in her conceit, a certain garden-like quality, a suggestion of perfume and murmuring boughs, of shady bowers and lengthening vistas, which made her feel that introspection was, after all, an exercise in the open air, and that a visit to the recesses of one’s spirit was harmless when one returned from it with a lapful of roses.”

- Henry James (via alibis-not-needed-anymore)