I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

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.

She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time --because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it. She wanted to be the reason for everything and so was the cause of nothing. She had the fluency of tongue and action meted out by divine providence to those who cannot think for themselves. She was the master of the over-sweet phrase, the over-tight embrace.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.