As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
But I don’t think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.