Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one’s own life.

Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

The real trouble about women is that they must always go on trying to adapt themselves to men's theories of women, as they alwayshave done. When a woman is thoroughly herself, she is being what her type of man wants her to be. When a woman is hysterical it's because she doesn't quite know what to be, which pattern to follow, which man's picture of woman to live up to.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.