In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.