“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

I have already joined myself in marriage to a husband, namely the kingdom of England.

If you resist change, you resist life.