Few Forms Of Life Are So Engaging

Idealism, That Gaudy Coloring Matter Of Passion, Fades When It Is Brought Beneath The Trenchant White Light Of Knowledge. Ideals, Like Mountains, Are Best At A Distance.

To Seize The Flying Thought Before It Escapes Us Is Our Only Touch With Reality.

For Me, The Novel Is Experience Illumined By Imagination.

I Was Always A Feminist, For I Liked Intellectual Revolt As Much As I Disliked Physical Violence. On The Whole, I Think Women Havelost Something Precious, But Have Gained, Immeasurably, By The Passing Of The Old Order.

There Is In Every Human Being, I Think, A Native Country Of The Mind, Where, Protected By Inaccessible Barriers, The Sensitive Dream Life May Exist Safely.