There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.

But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.

At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.