I often wonder if we were all characters in one of God's dreams.

The sparkle and morning-freshness of the shop, and the butter-conjuring girl, formed a mind-picture which accompanied the whole of my youth.(about the Buttercup Dairy)

To me education is a leading out of what is already there in the pupil's soul.

Looking forward to going home, I was necessarily looking backward.

Try as i do, i can't recall her surname. Indeed, her very abstractedness and insubstantial personality seemed to say 'forget me'; she seemed to live in parenthesis.

Beware the ire of the calm.

How wonderful it feels to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century.