She's Got Some Sort Of Notion In

Exhaustion Was Pressing Upon And Overpowering Her. "good-by--because I Love You." He Did Not Know; He Did Not Understand. He Would Never Understand. Perhaps Doctor Mandelet Would Have Understood If She Had Seen Him--but It Was Too Late; The Shore Was Far Behind Her, And Her Strength Was Gone. She Looked Into The Distance, And The Old Terror Flamed Up For An Instant, Then Sank Again.

The Way To Become Rich Is To Make Money, Not To Save It.

Madame Ratignolle Hoped That Robert Would Exercise Extreme Caution In Dealing With The Mexicans, Who, She Considered, Were A Treacherous People, Unscrupulous And Revengeful. She Trusted She Did Them No Injustice In Thus Condemning Them As A Race. She Had Known Personally But One Mexican, Who Made And Sold Excellent Tamales, And Whom She Would Have Trusted Implicitly, So Soft-spoken Was He. One Day He Was Arrested For Stabbing His Wife. She Never Knew Whether He Had Been Hanged Or Not.

I Should Never Deem A Man Of Ordinary Caliber Worthy Of My Devotion.

In Short, Mrs. Pontellier Was Beginning To Realize Her Position In The Universe As A Human Being, And To Recongize Her Relations As An Individual To The World Within And About Her. This May Seem Like A Ponderous Weight Of Wisdom To Descend Upon The Soul Of A Young Woman Of Twenty-eight - Perhaps More Wisdom Than The Holy Ghost Is Usually Pleased To Vouchsafe To Any Woman.