…in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

“One does not love a place the less because one has suffered in it.”

“I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.”

“One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with …”

“If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy.”