Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

To know whom to write for is to know how to write.

I press to my centre, and find there is something there.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.

Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.