I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married
Does Nature supplement what man advanced? Or does she complete what he began?
It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
Tragedies come in the hungry hours.
It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.
In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality.