I like to have space to spread my mind out in.
If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy.
Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
It was the intimacy, a sort of spiritual suppleness, when mind prints upon mind indelibly.
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer.