They say that one must beat one's wings against the storm in the belief that beyond this welter the sun shines

“She had thought of literature all these years (her seclusion, her rank, her sex…”

“I rejoice to concur with the common reader; for by the common sense of readers,…”

“Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.”

“The soul must brave itself to endure.”