You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad?

writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.

For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.

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

The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds.

Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.