Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light. 'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,' Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.' She came toward him. 'Matthew,' she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love — it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop — it rots me away.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

The very condition of Woman is so subject to Hazard, so complex, and so grievous, that to place her at one moment is but to displace her at the next.

Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

Destiny and history are untidy.