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Suffering For Love Is How I Have Learned Practically Everything I Know, Love Of Grandmother Up And On.

Life, The Permission To Know Death.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.

The Very Condition Of Woman Is So Subject To Hazard, So Complex, And So Grievous, That To Place Her At One Moment Is But To Displace Her At The Next.

No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into.