It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.

If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy.

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.