It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were, until Jane Austen's day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of woman's life is that.

To love makes one solitary.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought.

I prefer men to cauliflowers

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

Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.