It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.

Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?

Always wanting another man than your own.

In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

The social mould civilization fits us into have no more relation to our actual shapes than the conventional shapes of the constellations have to the real star-patterns. I am called Mrs. Richard Phillotson, living a calm wedded life with my counterpart of that name. But I am not really Mrs. Richard Phillotson, but a woman tossed about, all alone, with aberrant passions, and unaccountable antipathies.

Women accept their destiny more readily than men.