So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.

Books should stand on their own feet ... If they need shoring up by a preface here, an introduction there, they have no more right to exist than a table that needs a wad of paper under one leg in order to stand steady.

Thinking is my fighting.

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.