All great art contains an element of the irrational.
One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.
By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.
The trouble about most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation, or hope to be one in the next.