The minute you or anybody else knows what you are you are not it, you are what you or anybody else knows you are and as everything in living is made up of finding out what you are it is extraordinarily difficult really not to know what you are and yet to be that thing.

Once more I can climb about and remind you that a woman in this epoch does the important literary thinking.

It is not what France gave you but what it did not take from you that was important.

The first hope of a painter who feels hopeful about painting is the hope that the painting will move, that it will live outside its frame.

I really do know that it can be done and if it can be done why do it...

This joy you feel is life.

Dogs are dogs, you sometimes think that they are not but they are. And they always are here there and everywhere.