Don't think to come over me with th' old tale, that the rich know nothing of the trials of the poor; I say, if they don't know, they ought to know.

Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.

I am so tired - so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.

I value my own independence so highly that I can fancy no degradation greater than that of having another man perpetually directing and advising and lecturing me, or even planning too closely in any way about my actions. He might be the wisest of men, or the most powerful - I should equally rebel and resent his interference.

How different men were to women!