Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above.

Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought.

Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.