Neither birth nor sex forms a limit to genius.
It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
He is not to them what he is to me.
If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.