You don't talk quite like a girl who has had no advantages.

Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?

The defective can be more than the entire.

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.