There Is An Alchemy Of Quiet Malice

A Woman's Chastity Consists, Like An Onion, Of A Series Of Coats.

We Go All Wrong By Too Strenuous A Resolution To Go Right.

Do Anything, Save To Lie Down And Die!

Man Is A Wretch Without Woman; But Woman Is A Monster-and Thank Heaven, An Almost Impossible And Hitherto Imaginary Monster--without Man, As Her Acknowledged Principal!

If Human Love Hath Power To Penetrate The Veil--and Hath It Not?--then There Are Yet Living Here A Few Who Have The Blessedness Of Knowing That An Angel Loves Them.