Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds...

“But for pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiten…”

“she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as …”

“Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on…”

“The young man had killed himself; but she did not pity him; with the clock stri…”