She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.

It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.

To penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery-back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed.

If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them.