Flirting Is A Woman’s Trade, One Must

You, Jane, I Must Have You For My Own--entirely My Own.

But This I Know; The Writer Who Possesses The Creative Gift Owns Something Of Which He Is Not Always Master--something That At Times Strangely Wills And Works For Itself. He May Lay Down Rules And Devise Principles, And To Rules And Principles It Will Perhaps For Years Lie In Subjection; And Then, Haply Without Any Warning Of Revolt, There Comes A Time When It Will No Longer Consent.

If Men Could See Us As We Really Are, They Would Be A Little Amazed.

And With That Answer, He Left Me. I Would Much Rather He Had Knocked Me Down.

You Are Human And Fallible.