She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.

I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

We shall be everything to each other. Nothing else in the world is of any consequence.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

Do you suppose a woman knows why she loves? Does she select? Does she say to herself, 'Go to! here is a distinguished statesman with presidential possibilities; I shall proceed to fall in love with him.' or, 'I shall set my heart upon this musician, whose fame is on every tongue?' or 'this financier, who controls the world's money markets?'