I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

“For if it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlan…”

“Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not …”

“A wild, wick slip she was”

“Nothing need be said; nothing could be said. There it was, all round them. It p…”