Being naked approaches being revolutionary; going barefoot is mere populism.

Women are an alien race set down among us.

Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

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

All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.

The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please.