Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

As a woman, I have no country

The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of june.

What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying

Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.