Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure

Words belong to each other.

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.

The history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence.

Lord, how tired one gets of one's own writing.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.

At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.