My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.

Man has to pick up the use of his functions as he goes along- especially the function of Love.

Love felt and returned, love which our bodies exact and our hearts have transfigured, love which is the most real thing that we shall ever meet, reappeared now as the world's enemy, and she must stifle it.

I think - I think - I think how little they think what lies so near them.

Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!

I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.

Nature pulls one way and human nature another.