The Dignity Of Man Is In Free

We Asked For Workers. We Got People Instead.

Perhaps There Are Only A Few Women Who Experience Without Deception The Overwhelming Intoxication Of The Senses Which They Expectfrom Their Encounters With Men, Which They Feel Bound To Expect Because Of The Fuss Made About It In Novels, Written By Men.

Finished Things Cease To Be A Shelter For The Spirit; But Work In Progress Is A Delight.

I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred Harms Me More Than The People Whom I Hate.

If You Criticize What You’re Doing Too Early You’ll Never Write The First Line.