Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

I am feeling easy now, and you will well understand that after undergoing pain this ease is opening paradise. Invalids must be excused for being eloquent about themselves.

You may try — but you can never imagine what it is to have a man's force of genius in you, and yet to suffer the slavery of being a girl.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.