But I tell you - and mark my words - you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current.

Die without me if you will. Live for me if you dare.

I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.

What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master--something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. He may lay down rules and devise principles, and to rules and principles it will perhaps for years lie in subjection; and then, haply without any warning of revolt, there comes a time when it will no longer consent.

It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.