Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.
Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.
The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think.
For the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.
Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.
Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.