Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

To create souls in men, to create fine happiness and fine despair she must remain deeply proud - proud to be inviolate, proud also to be melting, to be passionate and possessed.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

That however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same.

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-