I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.

... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.