Don't blame the mirror if your face is faulty.
There are passions that it is not for man to choose.
Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die
There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world.
I am who I am and that's who I am
What is stronger in us — passion or habit? Or are all the violent impulses, all the whirl of our desires and turbulent passions, only the consequence of our ardent age, and is it only through youth that they seem deep and shattering?