The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.

It is not woman who claims the highest in man. It is a man's own religious soul that drives him on beyond women, to his supreme activity. For his highest, man is responsible to God alone.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.