“A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board”

They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.

Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.

How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.

But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

Love may require letting go of everything to deepen our love.

I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.

Tastes and preferences change with time, But I fall in love with you daily.

You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes, and the wonder of it all is you just don’t realize how much I love you.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

You cannot always get the validation from others, even from the people you love.