Life Is Stronger Than Death.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

I Am Always Glad When Any Of My Books Can Be Put Into An Inexpensive Edition, Because I Like To Think That Any People Who Might Wish To Read Them Can Do So. Surely Books Ought To Be Within Reach Of Everybody.

The Rich Are Always Afraid.

What The Common Man Cannot Understand He Hates.

I Feel No Need For Any Other Faith Than My Faith In Human Beings.