 This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say. |
| Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. |
| You cannot find peace by avoiding life. |
| When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly. |
| Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. |
| One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph. |
| I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose. |
| 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? |
| One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. |
| The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers. |
| One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. |
| The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself. |
| There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking. |
| The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages. |
| The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind. |
| Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded. |
| It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly. |
| For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year? |
| I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. |
| 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. |
