This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.

I hate people but I love gatherings.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.