It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again.

When men are scared of a woman, they always accuse her of being mannish.

Easy enough to dismiss others' problems when you had none of your own.

Concern for someone else was a good remedy for taking the mind off one's own troubles.

It's not what you want in this life, it's what you get that you have to do with.

Charge less, but charge. Otherwise, you will not be taken seriously, and you do your fellow artists no favours if you undercut the market.

One remembers horrors, I think, for the rest of one's life, but memories do not always remain so sharp, and with time, and new circumstance, do not affect us so powerfully.