It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

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

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture Then lapped the white, sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.