Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact

If Anything Can Be Invented More Excruciating Than An English Opera, Such As Was The Fashion At The Time I Was In London, I Am Sure No Sin Of Mine Deserves The Punishment Of Bearing It.

Art Can Only Be Truly Art By Presenting An Adequate Outward Symbol Of Some Fact In The Interior Life.

There Are Noble Books But One Wants The Breath Of Life Sometimes.

Who Does Not Observe The Immediate Glow And Security That Is Diffused Over The Life Of Woman, Before Restless Or Fretful, By Engaging In Gardening, Building, Or The Lowest Department Of Art? Here Is Something That Is Not Routine--something That Draws Forth Life Towards The Infinite.

I Am 'too Fiery'... Yet I Wish To Be Seen As I Am And I Would Lose All Rather Than Soften Away Anything.