Perhaps there are only a few women who experience without deception the overwhelming intoxication of the senses which they expectfrom their encounters with men, which they feel bound to expect because of the fuss made about it in novels, written by men.
I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.
Finished things cease to be a shelter for the spirit; but work in progress is a delight.
The point is to show who is the cross and who the crucified.
We asked for workers. We got people instead.
Travelling, gentlemen, is medieval, today we have means of communication, not to speak of tomorrow and the day after, means of communication that bring the world into our homes, to travel from one place to another is atavistic.