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

old emotions like old families have intermarried and have many connections.

Come indoors then, and open the books on your library shelves. For you have a library and a good one. A working library, a living library; a library where nothing is chained down and nothing is locked up; a library where the songs of the singers rise naturally from the lives of the livers.

The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens.