One Never Gets The Same Summer Twice.

When A Woman Thinks Her Husband Is A Fool, Her Marriage Is Over. They May Part In One Year Or Ten; They May Live Together Until Death. But If She Thinks He Is A Fool, She Will Not Love Him Again.

Once More, I Am Watching The Most Powerful Men In The Kingdom Bring Their Power To Bear On A Woman Who Has Done Nothing Worse Than Live To The Beat Of Her Own Heart, See With Her Own Eyes; But This Is Not Their Tempo Nor Their Vision And They Cannot Tolerate Any Other.

One’s Lover Is One’s Partner In Observing And Understanding The World. Marriage Is A Place Where Joint Narratives Are Composed. If The Lover Is A Liar Then All Your Joint Observations Are Unreliable. You Will Have To Start All Over Again.

In Spain," Indeed! He Would Have Got No Closer Than The Indies If I Had Not Showed Him How To Do It. Stupid Puppy.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.