Where We Are Would Be Paradise To

Well, These Sad And Hopeless Obstacles Are Welcome In One Sense, For They Enable Us To Look With Indifference Upon The Cruel Satires That Fate Loves To Indulge In.

You Ride Well, But You Don't Kiss Nicely At All.

You Are Absolutely The Most Ethereal, Least Sensual Woman I Ever Knew To Exist Without Inhuman Sexlessness.

The Business Of The Poet And The Novelist Is To Show The Sorriness Underlying The Grandest Things And The Grandeur Underlying The Sorriest Things.

How I Have Tried And Tried To Be A Splendid Woman, And How Destiny Has Been Against Me! ...i Do Not Deserve My Lot! ...o, The Cruelty Of Putting Me Into This Ill-conceived World! I Was Capable Of Much; But I Have Been Injured And Blighted And Crushed By Things Beyond My Control! O, How Hard It Is Of Heaven To Devise Such Tortures For Me, Who Have Done No Harm To Heaven At All!