To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.

It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.