I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.

It is he who has broken the bond of marriage - not I. I only break its bondage.

A man whose desire is to be something separate from himself, to be a member of Parliament, or a successful grocer, or a prominent solicitor, or a judge, or something equally tedious, invariably succeeds in being what he wants to be. That is his punishment. Those who want a mask have to wear it.

Ah! The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women...merely adored.

A community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurence of crime.