... there are spines to which the immobility of worship is not a strain.

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetites.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual sense of something which has always been there. A real mother is just a habit of thought to her children.

It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.