In all the arts abundance seems to be one of the surest signs of vocation.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

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

It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be

Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.