the beginning of my history is - love. It is the beginning of every man and every woman's history, if they are only frank enough to admit it.

Greatness is always envied - it is only mediocrity that can boast of a host of friends.

How foolish it would be if women did not obey men. The world would be all confusion!

And out of heart's pain comes heart's peace; and out of desire, accomplishment.

A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now - and sold cheap in the open market!

the world is not always kind to a clever woman even when she is visibly known to be earning her own living. There are always spiteful tongues wagging in the secret corners and byways, ready to assert that her work is not her own and and that some man is in the background, helping to keep her!

It is not so difficult to win love as to keep it!