The Woman From The Depths Of Her

I See Too Deep And Too Much.

Two Armies At Death-grips — That Is One Great Army Committing Suicide.

I Am More Sensitive Than Other People. Things That Other People Would Not Notice Awaken A Distinct Echo In Me, And In Such Moments Of Lucidity, When I Look At Myself, I See That I Am Alone, All Alone, All Alone.

It Is Not A Woman I Want - It Is All Women.

We Have The Divinity Of Our Great Misery. And Our Solitude, With Its Toilsome Ideas, Tears And Laughter, Is Fatally Divine.