One can't live on love alone; and I am so stupid that I can do nothing but think of him.

How I regret now that my perpetual emotional dependence on the man I love has killed all my other talents - my energy too: and I had such a lot of that once.

I am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman.

family relationships have made me so ill!

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

What is necessary is to teach each class and profession the importance of the others. All together form one mighty body; labourer, peasant, and professional man.

Journalism, some huge percentage of it, should be devoted to putting pressure on power, on nonsense, on chicanery of all kinds and if that's going to invite a lawsuit, well, bring it on.

I gave to pink, the nerve of the red, a neon pink, an unreal pink.

You're a refraction of the one light. You're a waveform of light. You're a fractal, a pattern that continuously changes.

The Retrofire rockets seem to be responding well

The first requisite of a gentleman is to be true, brave and noble, and to be therefore a rebuke and scandal to venal and vulgar souls.

I love the dead... Frequently.

Putting the shoe on the wrong foot.

Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.