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

You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.

You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.

Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.

I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

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