Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.

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There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the...

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the...

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument...

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument...

The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets...

The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets...

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is...

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is...

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope...

The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope...

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live...

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live...

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets...

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets...

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs...

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs...

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as...

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as...

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has...

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has...

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to...

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to...

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby,...

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby,...

The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to...

The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to...

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write...

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write...

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way...

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way...