Most of the time in married life is taken up by talk.
One can lie with the mouth, but with the accompanying grimace one nevertheless tells the truth.
And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness.
He who bears injustice alone is terrible to behold.
Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre.
"God", "the immortality of the soul", "salvation", "the beyond"-even as a child I had no time for such notions, I do not waste any time upon them-maybe I was never childish enough for that?