To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.

One can get just as much exultation in losing oneself in a little thing as in a big thing. It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.