All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds. - Virginia Woolf

Theirs, too, is the word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.

Books are the mirrors of the soul.

That perhaps is your task — to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your way fearlessly and saturate it completely so that your poem is a whole, not a fragment; to re-think human life into poetry and so give us tragedy again and comedy by means of characters not spun out at length in the novelist's way, but condensed and synthesized in the poet's way — that is what we look to you to do now.