For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.