We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

I am waylaid by beauty.

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.