I take up my own pen again - the pen of all my old unforgettable efforts and sacred struggles. To myself - today - I need say no more. Large and full and high the future still opens. It is now indeed that I may do the work of my life. And I will.

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.

We must for dear life make our own counter-realities.

There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither.

Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.

It's time to start living the life you've imagined.