The Future Of A Nation Lies In

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.

God Is The Poet; Men Are But The Actors. The Great Dramas Of Earth Were Written In Heaven.

Such Is Life. It Is No Cleaner Than A Kitchen; It Reeks Like A Kitchen; And If You Mean To Cook Your Dinner, You Must Expect To Soil Your Hands; The Real Art Is In Getting Them Clean Again, And Therein Lies The Whole Morality Of Our Epoch.

Those Sweetly Smiling Angels With Pensive Looks, Innocent Faces, And Cash-boxes For Hearts.

All Genuinely Noble Women Prefer Truth To Falsehood. As The Russians With Their Czar, They Are Unwilling To See Their Idol Degraded; They Want To Be Proud Of The Domination They Accept.