When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As

I Am Going Away With Him To An Unknown Country Where I Shall Have No Past And No Name, And Where I Shall Be Born Again With A New Face And An Untried Heart.

Among All The Modernized Aspects Of The Most Luxurious Of Industries, The Model, A Vestige Of Voluptuous Barbarianism, Is Like Some Plunder-laden Prey. She Is The Object Of Unbridled Regard, A Living Bait, The Passive Realization Of An Ideal. No Other Female Occupation Contains Such Potent Impulses To Moral Disintegration As This One, Applying As It Does The Outward Signs Of Riches To A Poor And Beautiful Girl.

Is Suffering So Very Serious? ...i'm Referring To The Kind Of Suffering A Man Inflicts On A Woman Or A Woman On A Man. It's Extremely Painful... Hardly Bearable. But I Very Much Fear That This Sort Of Pain... Is No More Worthy Of Respect Than Old Age Or Illness.

Hope Costs Nothing.

I Love My Past, I Love My Present. I Am Not Ashamed Of What I Have Had, And I Am Not Sad Because I No Longer Have It.