She had resolved to never take another step backward.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

It seems to me if I were young and in love I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

It is sometimes desirable to distort or accentuate with lenses of various focal lengths... Deliberate distortion may actually add to its reality.

Even the most painstaking history is a bridge across an eternal mystery.

Wouldn't he know without being asked?' said Polly. 'I've no doubt he would,' said the Horse (still with his mouth full). 'But I've a sort of an idea he likes to be asked.

These bits of poetry that stick to her like burrs.

Wisdom in relationships involves a selfless desire to do what's best for the other person.

...one of those very bad men that not even postmodernism can explain away.

Don't cry out loud, keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings. Fly high and proud, and if you should fall, remember you almost had it all.

A flat black bug, that is London.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.