There is no such thing as static happiness. Happiness is a mixed thing, a thing compounded of sacrifices, and losses, and betrayals.

By the time a partnership dissolves, it has dissolved.

There is this quality, in things, of the right way seeming wrong at first.

Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.

What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce. Mark Twain Women are an alien race set down among us.

For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do - they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.