How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

The great thing to remember is we can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough.

You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?