It was far better to play the piano and forget all the rest.

The conclusion was very welcome.

Let these odd men and women--her aunts, the Hunts, Ridley, Helen, Mr.Pepper, and the rest--be symbols,--featureless but dignified, symbols of age, of youth, of motherhood, of learning, and beautiful often as people upon the stage are beautiful.

It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for.

Reality dwelling in what one saw and felt, but did not talk about, one could accept a system in which things went round and round quite satisfactorily to other people, without often troubling to think about it, except as something superficially strange.
Absorbed by her music she accepted her lot very complacently, blazing into indignation perhaps once a fortnight, and subsiding as she subsided now.