Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

If this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties.

She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.

I got out this diary, & read as one always does read one's own writing, with a kind of guilty intensity.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.