It is most oppressive to be an aunt.
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.
I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.
She was able to feel active creation going on around her in the rocks and hills, where the mystery of lust took place; and in herself, where all was yet only the night of senses and wild dreams, the work of passion going on.
Money has no country.
People who don't like scandals shouldn't be in finance.