My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.

And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.

The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.

It doesn't have to be the truth, just your vision of it, written down.

I will achieve in my life - Heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock. I will enter.

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

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.