“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.

I opened the door to emptiness, traded my emotions for numbness.

Going door to door and talking to people, convincing them to vote – this is what I call Organizing 101.

My grandmother had this high-tech security system – a rusty nail she used to lock the door.

Love is contagious. When I share love, it comes back to me multiplied. Love opens every door.

I can hide, and my husband’s just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

When you follow your bliss, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you.

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.