I wrote a great deal of verse. In fact, every time I fell in love, which was rather often, I burst into the emotional sort of thing which is perennially salable.

...a mind, if given only the best food never craves any other.

...feminism never harmed anybody unless it was some feminists. The danger is that the study and contemplation of ourselves may become so absorbing that it builds by slow degrees a high wall that shuts out the great world of thought.

Feminism, like Boston, is a state of mind. It is the state of mind of women who realize that their whole position in the social order is antiquated, as a woman cooking over an open fire with heavy iron pots would know that her entire housekeeping was out of date.

The artist alone among men knows what true humility means. His reach forever exceeds his grasp. He can never be satisfied with his work. He knows when he has done well, but he knows he has never attained his dream. He knows he never can.

...feminism differs from reform of any kind, even franchise reform. Feminists, I should say, are not reformers at all, but ratherintellectual biologists and psychologists.

There was never any question with me as to which I would choose, my boy or my work. I had to have both.