A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination.

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

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.

The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantelpiece forever.