For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy set Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen The martyrs call the world.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

When such as I cast out remorse; So great a sweetness flows into the breast; We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed.

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

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

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