The depths of the sea are only water after all.

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

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.

I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought.

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.

The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature. It is a mistake to think that literature can be produced from the raw. One must get out of life...one must become externalised; very, very concentrated, all at one point, not having to draw upon the scattered parts of one's character, living in the brain.