There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.

As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.