A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water

I trust it will not be giving away professional secrets to say that many readers would be surprised, perhaps shocked, at the questions which some newspaper editors will put to a defenseless woman under the guise of flattery.

And Nature takes no account of moral consequences, of arbitrary conditions which we create, and which we feel obliged to maintain at any cost.

She's got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.

Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

No, I only think you cruel, as I said the other day. Maybe not intentionally cruel; but you seem to be forcing me into disclosures which can result in nothing; as if you would have me bare a wound for the pleasure of looking at it, without the intention or power of healing it.

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.