Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about poets and poetry - but how to speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyrs, perhaps the depth of the sea instead?

Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.

I prefer men to cauliflowers

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.