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

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!

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

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.