"I am haunted by the two contradictions. That is the hammer stroke that wakes me in the early morning."

"How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the edge of the cliff."

"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?"

"Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size."

"I am reading Six of One by Mrs. W. K. Clifford. It is about a girl who falls in love with her brother. She is quite mad, but then so are all women."