It is useless to read Greek in translation; translators can but offer us a vague equivalent.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.

Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.

As a woman, I have no country

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we in the intensity of our private emotions forget the public world. Both houses will be ruined, the public and the private, the material and the spiritual, for they are inseparably connected.