If Only Art Were As Rare As

Eternity: What A Waste Of Time.

Perhaps A Reign Of Powerful Women Is Necessary To Make, Or Unmake When Need Be, Powerful Men. Women Would Not Waste So Readily And Uselessly The Lives They Had Such Care And Pain In Bearing. Why Should They Submit To The Massacre Of The Innocent, One Generation After Another ... And Allow Them To Be Brought Up As Live-stock For The Inevitable Killing?

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

Fashion: The Search For A New Absurdity.

Our Prejudices, Our Antipathies, Are Our Natural Defenses Against What We Could Not Assimilate.