I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

There is a reason why all things are as they are.