... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower

Lying, Like License, Has Its Degrees.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age, And To Imagine Right Up To The Brink Of Death That Life Is Only Beginning. I Think That Is The Only Way To Keep Adding To One's Talent, And One's Inner Happiness.

You See What Stupid Folk My Publishers Are; But They Are All Alike.

When Mental Sickness Increases Until It Reaches The Danger Point, Do Not Exhaust Yourself By Efforts To Trace Back To Original Causes. Better Accept Them As Inevitable And Save Your Strength To Fight Against The Effects.

If They Are Ignorant, They Are Despised, If Learned, Mocked. In Love They Are Reduced To The Status Of Courtesans. As Wives They Are Treated More As Servants Than As Companions. Men Do Not Love Them: They Make Use Of Them, They Exploit Them, And Expect, In That Way, To Make Them Subject To The Law Of Fidelity.