Melanctha Herbert was always losing what she had in all the things she saw. Melanctha was always being left when she was not leaving others. Melanctha Herbert always loved too hard and much too often. She was always full with mystery and subtle movements and denials and vague distrusts and complicated disillusions. Then Melanctha would be sudden and impulsive and unbounded in some faith, and then she would suffer and be strong in her repression. Melanctha Herbert was always seeking rest and quiet and always she could only find new ways to be in trouble.

I like familiarity. In me it does not bring contempt-only more familiarity.

Very likely education does not make very much difference.

You cannot go into the womb to form the child; it is there and makes itself and comes forth whole-and there it is and you have made it and have felt it, but it has come itself.

Literature - creative literature - unconcerned with sex, is inconceivable.

I like a view but I like to sit with my back turned to it.

The difference between saints, forget-me-nots, and mountains, have to, have to, have to at a time.