One Writes Because One Has A Burning

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

Only Imagination That Towers Can Reproduce Evanescence And Render Rigidity Flexible.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

Honesty - However Dangerous - Should Be As Valuable As Radium It Seems To Me.

[on Her Use Of Quotations:] When A Thing Has Been Said So Well That It Could Not Be Said Better, Why Paraphrase It? Hence My Writing, Is, If Not A Cabinet Of Fossils, A Kind Of Collection Of Flies In Amber.