The World Hid Its Head In The

The World Hid Its Head In The Sands Of Convention, So That By Seeing Nothing It Might Avoid Truth.

Life's Not All Beer And Skittles

[on Homosexuality:] Our Love May Be Faithful Even Unto Death And Beyond - Yet The World Will Call It Unclean.

You're Neither Unnatural, Nor Abominable, Nor Mad; You're As Much A Part Of What People Call Nature As Anyone Else; Only You're Unexplained As Yet -- You've Not Got Your Niche In Creation. ~ The Well Of Loneliness, 1928

It Is Bad For The Soul To Know Itself A Coward, It Is Apt To Take Refuge In Mere Wordy Violence.