Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that.

Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall

To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.

There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?