Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

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

My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.

It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.

The history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence.

For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.