...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.

Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

At midnight tears Run into your ears.