Women can't travel light. We're in charge of the basic facts.
A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.
This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.
I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.
Speech isn't for agony.
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.