Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.
Intimacy is a difficult art.
No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.