Women are strangers in the country of man.

... whatever is not happening now is unimportant; it is merely curious.

Poetry is a sleep-maker for that which sits up late in us listening for the footfall of the future on to-day's doorstep.

If what you write is true, it will not be so because of what you are as a writer but because of what you are as a being. There can be no literary equivalent to truth.

Because most people are not sufficiently employed in themselves, they run about loose, hungering for employment, and satisfy themselves in various supererogatory occupations. The easiest of these occupations, which have all to do with making things already made, is the making of people: it is called the art of friendship.

Women are strangers in the country of man.

we shall know that we have begun to speak true by an increased hunger for true-speaking; we shall have the whole hunger only after we have given ourselves the first taste of it.