It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
A light here required a shadow there.
Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.
I will dream today; for I must unscrew my head somehow.
For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial-and any question about sex is that-one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.