A Woman's Nature . . .

I came across this passage today. It's from "The Fullness of Life," a short story by Edith Wharton . . .

But I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes going in and out; the drawing room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting-room, where the members of the family come and go as they like; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.

How very true . . . and beautiful.