There never was a woman so ill-suited to public life as I am. I have had to whip myself, as it were, into society, and the loneliness of it all has been terrific.

When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then.

Conscience is the name which the orthodox give to their prejudices.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.

Those who have made unhappy marriages walk on stilts, while the happy ones are on a level with the crowd. No one sees 'em!

All forced virtue is degrading in it effect.

An artist is a person who thinks more than there is to think, feels more than there is to feel, and sees more than there is to see.