I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

Books are men of higher stature.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.