Perhaps this very instant is your time.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

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.

But is there any reason to believe that a woman's spiritual fibre is less sturdy than a man's? Is it not possible for a woman to come to terms with herself if not with the world; to withdraw more and more, as time goes on, her own personality from her productions; to stop childish fears of death and eschew charming rebellions against facts?

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.