When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

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

I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold.

It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that.

letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps - who knows? - we might talk by the way.

To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men without envy, to be everything and everywhere in sympathy and yet content to remain where and what you are.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.