I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.
Love is feared: it dissolves society, it's unpopular, and it's very rare.
Money has no country.
Men never believe a woman can do anything.
You want to be free and break new ground, speak your mind, fear no man, have the neighbours acknowledge that you're a good man; and at the same time you want to be a success, make money, join the country club, get the votes and kick the other man in the teeth and off the ladder.
We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with the idea of morality.