love comes to man through his senses - to woman through her imagination.

It is our imagination, not our conscience, which makes us better than the beasts of the field.

There is no misery quite so wearing as the misery of a false position. It seems to slay the body and the soul.

All forced virtue is degrading in it effect.

Conscience is the name which the orthodox give to their prejudices.

Why should we refuse the happiness this hour gives us, because some other hour might take it away?

Disillusions all come from within ... from the failure of some dear and secret hope. The world makes no promises; we only dream it does; and when we wake, we cry!