Women Are Strangers In The Country Of

Woman Is The Symbol To Man Of The Uncleanness Of Bodily Existence, Of Which He Purifies Himself By Putting Her To Noble Uses. She Thus Has For Him A Double, Contradictory Significance; She Is The Subject Of His Bawdry And The Subject Of His Romance.

I Believe That Misconceptions About Oneself That One Does Not Correct Where Possible Act As A Bad Magic.

Evil I Had Never Found Satisfactorily Placeable As An Integral Element Of The Universal, Or Total, Content Of Existence. Indeed, Evil Is Evil Just Because There Is No Logical Place For It, No Room In Reality For It. It Is Unreal, And Yet Real As Something Unreal.

Women Are Strangers In The Country Of Man.

Anger Is Precious Because It Is An Immediate, Undeniable Clue To What Our Minds (so Much More Cautious In Rejection And Resistance Than Our Bodies) Will Not Tolerate.