Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.

Woman work a great many miracles.

Our actions are in our own hands, but the consequences of them are not. Remember that, my dear, and think twice before you do anything.

But the spirit of Eve is strong in all her daughters.

To most the end comes as naturally and simply as sleep.

. . . for when women are the advisers, the lords of creation don't take the advice till they have persuaded themselves that it is just what they intended to do. Then they act upon it, and, if it succeeds, they give the weaker vessel half the credit of it. If it fails, they generously give her the whole.