She was able to feel active creation going on around her in the rocks and hills, where the mystery of lust took place; and in herself, where all was yet only the night of senses and wild dreams, the work of passion going on.

A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not.

It is a rule of creative ability that it does nothing of any value, while it is possessed by this afflatus of vanity.

I hate Bernard Shaw because he says that life is compromise.

I wish I had a man and not a dishrag printed over with big words like 'constitutional rights' and 'progress'!

Venus can see at night without eyes.

A lie is real; it aims at success. A liar is a realist.