Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep ove >>
So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, All Giggle, Blush, half Pe >>
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim. >>
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until >>
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman >>
I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty >>
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.