People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.

At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes

I am rooted, but I flow.

I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.

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

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.