The peculiar need to write is increased, it seems, rather than allayed with practice.
We shelter children for a time; we live side by side with men; and that is all. We owe them nothing, and are owed nothing. I think we owe our friends more, especially our female friends.
Fiction stretches our sensibilities and our understanding, as mere information never can.
Be bold, but not too bold. Have courage, but not too much.
Pride is what you can afford or think you can afford.
Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.