John Galsworthy

“ One must experience everything. In her relations with men, for instance, there was nothing, so far us she could see, to prevent her from being a good wife, good mother, good mistress, and good friend—to different men all at the same time, and even to more than one man of each kind, if necessary. One had merely to be oneself, a full nature, fully expressed. Greed was a low and contemptible attribute, especially in women—a woman wanted nothing more than everything, and the best of that. And it was intolerable if one could not have that little. Women had always been kept down. ”

“ And I just move as a blade of grass moves in the wind. Yes, I am dead. It feels exactly like it." And a new exhilaration would seize her, for she felt that, in that sensation of death, she was living! At lunch, or it might be dinner, she would tell her newest man exactly what it felt like to be dead. ”

“ She often wondered how people could get along at all whose natures were not so full as hers. Life, she thought, must be so dull for the poor creatures, only doing one thing at a time, and that time so long. ”

“ She knew, for she had been told it so often, that she was the crown of creation—the latest thing in women, who were, of course, the latest thing in creatures. There had never, till quite recently, been a woman like her, so awfully interested in so many things, so likely to be interested in so many more. ”

“ The moral of course was purely Eastern and had no applicability whatever to Western life, where the more one did and expressed, the bigger and more healthy one's spirit grew—as, witness what she always fell to be going on within herself. ”

“ Just as the cinematograph was the future of the theater, so was she the future of women, and in the words of the poet "prou' title." To sip at every flower before her wings closed; if necessary to make new flowers to sip at. To smoke the whole box of cigarettes straight off, and in the last puff of smoke expire! And withal no feverishness, only a certain reposeful and womanly febrility; a mere perpetual glancing from quick-sliding eyes, to see the next move, to catch the new movement—God bless it! ”