Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.

It is from the middle class that writers spring, because, it is in the middle class only that the practice of writing is as natural and habitual as hoeing a field or building a house.

No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low.

If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man; some think even greater.

It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.