In Any Library In The World, I

The Older Woman's Love Is Not Love Of Herself, Nor Of Herself Mirrored In A Lover's Eyes, Nor Is It Corrupted By Need. It Is A Feeling Of Tenderness So Still And Deep And Warm That It Gilds Every Grass Blade And Blesses Every Fly. It Includes The Ones Who Have A Claim On It, And A Great Deal Else Besides. I Wouldn't Have Missed It For The World.

Lifelong Monogamy Is A Maniacal Idea.

It Strikes Me As Very Strange That Whereas Tennyson Could Support Most Of Mr. Buckley's Propositions About Free Trade, And The Private Sector, And Private Enterprise, Tennyson Found No Difficulty Also In Lending Intellectual Support To The Idea Of Women's Liberation.

Libraries Are Reservoirs Of Strength, Grace And Wit, Reminders Of Order, Calm And Continuity, Lakes Of Mental Energy, Neither Warm Nor Cold, Light Nor Dark.

No Sex Is Better Than Bad Sex.