No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men’s eyes, because they know – or think they know – some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.