To Know How To Do Something Well

The Rich Are Always Afraid.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Music Is Not Technique And Melody, But The Meaning Of Life Itself, Infinitely Sorrowful And Unbearably Beautiful.

A Man Is Educated And Turned Out To Work. But A Woman Is Educated And Turned Out To Grass.

A Woman's Mind Is Not An Instrument Apart From Her Other Being. She Does Not Separate Herself As Man Does, Now Flesh, Now Mind, Now Heart. She Is There As One, A Unity Complete And Unified.