Write A Little Every Day, Without Hope,

A Giraffe Is So Much A Lady That One Refrains From Thinking Of Her Legs, But Remembers Her As Floating Over The Plains In Long Garb, Draperies Of Morning Mist Her Mirage.

Truth, Like Time, Is An Idea Arising From, And Dependent Upon, Human Intercourse.

I Think It Will Be Truly Glorious When Women Become Real People And Have The Whole World Open To Them.

Be Not Afraid Of Absurdity; Do Not Shrink From The Fantastic. Within A Dilemma, Choose The Most Unheard-of, The Most Dangerous Solution. Be Brave, Be Brave.

It Is Not The Visions But The Activity Which Makes You Happy, And The Joy And Glory Of The Flier Is The Flight Itself.