I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.