She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.

But whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.