Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very

A Woman's Heart Has No Wrinkles.

Age Continually Alters The Faces Of Those Who Think Or Study, And So Their Portraits Differ From One Another And Don't Even Resemble Them For Very Long. I Dream So Much And Live So Little That I'm Sometimes Only Three Years Old. But The Next Day I'm Three Hundred, If The Dream Has Been Sombre.

... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.

The Trade Of Authorship Is A Violent, And Indestructible Obsession.

Learned Women Are Ridiculed Because They Put To Shame Unlearned Men.