May not one man have several voices, Robin, as well as two complexions? - Nathaniel Hawthorne

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so in exorable as one's self!

Women derive a pleasure, incomprehensible to the other sex, from the delicate toil of the needle.

To persons whose pursuits are insulated from the common business of life—who are either in advance of mankind or apart from it—there often comes a sensation of moral cold that makes the spirit shiver as if it had reached the frozen solitudes around the pole. What the prophet, the poet, the reformer, the criminal, or any other man with human yearnings, but separated from the multitude by a peculiar lot, might feel, poor Owen felt.