Some People Make It Hard For Me

There Are. Intangible Realities Which Float Near Us, Formless And Without Words; Realities Which No One Has Thought Out, And Which Are Excluded For Lack Of Interpreters.

Being Bilingual Is Like Having A Wife And A Mistress. One Can Never Be Sure Of Either.

Might I Be The One I Am Looking For?

Would That Well-thinking People Should Be Replaced By Thinking Ones.

We Are Nearly All Composed Of Such A Complex Mixture Of Human Qualities That In Each One Of Us Reside Both Masculine And Feminine Principles: What Man Is Without Any Female Attribute And What Woman Never Demonstrates Any Masculine Characteristics?