Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.

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

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments.

to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.