Motherhood is, after all, woman's great and incomparable work.

Making a choice is like backing a horse - in a hundred years, they may decide you picked wrongly.

IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.

We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.

My ideas had been taking a socialistic shape for many years; but they were lacking in definite outline.

IT is curious that, with my somewhat antinomian tendencies, I should have gone to Trinity Hall - which was, and is, before all a Law College - and should thus have been thrown into close touch with the legal element in life.

I might have simply settled down into an armchair literary life. I really don't know exactly why I didn't.