Death Was Not To Be A Leap:

A Proud Woman Who Has Learned To Submit Carries All Her Pride To The Reinforcement Of Her Submission, And Looks Down With Severe Superiority On All Feminine Assumption As Unbecoming.

For What We Call Illusions Are Often, In Truth, A Wider Vision Of Past And Present Realities - A Willing Movement Of A Man's Soul With The Larger Sweep Of The World's Forces - A Movement Towards A More Assured End Than The Chances Of A Single Life.

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.

One Must Be Poor To Know The Luxury Of Giving!

The Last Refuge Of Intolerance Is In Not Tolerating The Intolerant.