Soup is cuisines kindest course

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea.

Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.