All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.
Whenever you see a board up with “Trespassers will be prosecuted,” trespass at once.
I really don’t advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married.
They went in and out of each other’s minds without any effort.
The eyes of others are our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries.
I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
For we think back through our mothers if we are women.
If we help an educated man’s daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? – not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?
The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme – thinking too much.
How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.
I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
Tom’s great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face – as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.
Inevitably we look upon society, so kind to you, so harsh to us, as an ill-fitting form that distorts the truth; deforms the mind; fetters the will.
I will go down with my colors flying.