...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

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.

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

Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering in that way; and you did not help me!

The value of old age depends upon the person who reaches it. To some men of early performance it is useless. To others, who are late to develop, it just enables them to finish the job.

To be loved to madness--such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover.

You don't talk quite like a girl who has had no advantages.