There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.

The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it.

To love makes one solitary.

For nothing was simply one thing.

It would have been impossible, completely and entirely, for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare.

There is a sadness at the back of life which some people do not attempt to mitigate. Entirely aware of their own standing in the shadow, and yet alive to every tremor and gleam of existence, there they endure.

I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.