Well, we must wait for the future to show.

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.

... the transaction between a writer and the spirit of the age is one of infinite delicacy, and upon a nice arrangement between the two the whole fortune of his works depend.

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.

If only she could put them together, she felt, write them out in some sentence, then she would have got at the truth of things.

All artists need a room of their own

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.