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.

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.

Don't think of what's past!" said she. "I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what tomorrow has in store?

I wish I had never been born--there or anywhere else.

Women accept their destiny more readily than men.

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

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes