Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.

She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like a lighthouse marking some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable --- this interminable life.

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.

Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.

Life for both sexes is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. More than anything... it calls for confidence in oneself...And how can we generate this imponderable quality most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself.

Most of a modest woman's life was spent, after all, in denying what, in one day at least of every year, was made obvious.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.