The interest in life does not lie in what people do, nor even in their relations to each other, but largely in the power to communicate with a third party, antagonistic, enigmatic, yet perhaps persuadable, which one may call life in general.

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.