She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs?

I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person.

In each of us two powers preside, one male, one female: and in the man's brain, the man predominates over the woman, and in the woman's brain, the woman predominates over the man...If one is a man, still the woman part of the brain must have effect; and a woman also must have intercourse with the man in her. Coleridge perhaps meant this when he said that a great mind is androgynous. It is when this fusion takes place that the mind is fully fertilized and uses all its faculties.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

Writing is still like heaving bricks over a wall.