Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it.

Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

... I doubt the capacity of the human animal for being dignified in ceremony.

We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.

...the problem of space remained, she thought, taking up her brush again. It glared at her. The whole mass of the picture was poised upon that weight. Beautiful and bright it should be on the surface, feathery and evanescent, one colour melting into another like the colours on a butterfly's wing; but beneath the fabric must be clamped together with bolts of iron.

In marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the same house.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.