Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.

I am telling you that the child will not out live the buildings. Do you understand that wheras women may touch the immortal by giving birth, men--great men-- must build monuments and seek fame?

Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.

I am more human than rational.

There are no accidents in this world, that no living being is seduced into an entanglement that he did not invite with his innermost desires. Would you agree with my estimation?

I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened.

It appears to me that our sex is only discussed publicly in a derogatory manner. The respectable woman is doomed to anonymity.