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

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

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.

I was in the Square at the time. The crowd was a most good-humoured, easy going, smiling crowd; but presently it was transformed. A regiment of mounted police came cantering up.

Remember, the serpent is still living in the Garden of Eden. Only the heterosexual couple was expelled.

Do not think too much of the dead husk of your friend, or mourn too much over it, but send your thoughts out towards the real soul or self which has escaped — to reach it. For so, surely you will cast a light of gladness upon his onward journey, and contribute your part towards the building of that kingdom of love which links our earth to heaven.