Some day the Devil will come to me and say: 'Come with me.'And I will answer: 'Yes.

I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.

I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.