It is equally vain,” she thought, “for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you. The light of truth beats upon us without shadow, and the light of truth is damnably unbecoming to us both.

There was a day when I liked writing letters -- it has gone. Unfortunately the passion for getting them remains.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

It is the duty of the writer to describe.

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.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.