Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them.

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly. It is fatal for a woman to lay the least stress on any grievance; to plead even with justice any cause; in any way to speak consciously as a woman. And fatal is no figure of speech; for anything written with that conscious bias is doomed to death. It ceases to be fertilized.

I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married

I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together

Thoughts without words… Can that be?