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

People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.

When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

He wished she knew his impressions; but he would as soon have thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibilities of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he remained silent.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears.

I may do some good before I am dead--be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.