A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.

We live as we dream - alone.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.

Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.

Being a lady is a frightfully troublesome assignment, since it comprises mainly in managing men.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.