I want some one to sit beside after the day's pursuit and all its anguish, after its listening, its waitings, and its suspicions. After quarreling and reconciliation I need privacy--to be alone with you, to set this hubbub in order. For I am as neat as a cat in my habits.

I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

Talents of the novelist: ... observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations.

Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

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