A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

Men Use A New Lesson Or Experience Later On As A Ploughshare Or Perhaps Also As A Weapon; Women At Once Make It Into An Ornament.

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want The Good From You.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Anyone Who Has Looked Deeply Into The World May Guess How Much Wisdom Lies In The Superficiality Of Men. The Instinct That Preserves Them Teaches Them To Be Flighty Light, And False.