The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.

Men and women are but children of a larger growth.

If I could only fancy myself clever, it would be better, but to be a failure of Nature and to know it is not a comfortable lot. It is the last lesson one learns, to be contented with one's inferiority -- but it must be learned.

Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.

What should I do—how should I act now, this very day . . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness.