...and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything.

Innocent and infinite are the pleasures of observation.

Make him [the reader] think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications.

Deep experience is never peaceful.

Be generous, be delicate, and always pursue the prize.

We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.