Why have I so little control? It is the case of much waste and pain in my life.

To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men without envy, to be everything and everywhere in sympathy and yet content to remain where and what you are.

A light here required a shadow there.

At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial-and any question about sex is that-one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.

I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.