Eva Martin

They are people who know everyone

“It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool’s paradise!

“It is difficult to judge when such beauty is concerned. I have not prepared my judgment. Beauty is a riddle.”

A fool with a heart and no brains is just as unhappy as a fool with brains and no heart. I am one and you are the other, and therefore both of us suffer, both of us are unhappy.

I have suffered — there was a catastrophe. I suffered without a trial; I had no trial.

Many of our young women have thought fit to cut their hair short, put on blue spectacles, and call themselves Nihilists. By doing this they have been able to persuade themselves, without further trouble, that they have acquired new convictions of their own. Some men have but felt some little qualm of kindness towards their fellow-men, and the fact has been quite enough to persuade them that they stand alone in the van of enlightenment and that no one has such humanitarian feelings as they. Others have but to read an idea of somebody else’s, and they can immediately assimilate it and believe that it was a child of their own brain. The “impudence of ignorance,” if I may use the expression, is developed to a wonderful extent in such cases;— unlikely as it appears, it is met with at every turn

with unusual alacrity it appeared that he was still in a considerable state of excitement, if not absolutely feverish, and was in real need of someone to talk to for the mere sake of talking, as safety-valve to his agitation.

What’s the good of a telegram?

Why didn’t I die there on the spot?

Perhaps public opinion is wrong in condemning one sex, and excusing the other