Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

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.

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

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

Destiny and history are untidy.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

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