Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.

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

By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream