There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

“To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strai…”

“Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences.”

“Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have mad…”

“A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her jud…”