But no one came. Because no one ever does.

Women accept their destiny more readily than men.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?

The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

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?

That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.