Life in the [London] suburb is richer at the lower levels. At these levels the people are not self-conscious at all, they are at liberty to be as eccentric as they please, they do not know that they are eccentric.

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else.

Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.