My Dreams Are All Follies.

In Sleep, You Are Safe From The Revolting Mechanics Of Living And Being A Prey To Outrageous Fortune.

Corrupt Citizens Breed Corrupt Rulers, And It Is The Mob Who Finally Decides When Virtue Shall Die.

There Is No Solid Satisfaction In Any Career For A Woman Like Myself. There Is No Home, No True Freedom, No Hope, No Joy, No Expectation For Tomorrow, No Contentment. I Would Rather Cook A Meal For A Man And Bring Him His Slippers And Feel Myself In The Protection Of His Arms Than Have All The Citations And Awards And Honors I Have Received Worldwide, Including The Ribbon Of Legion Of Honor And My Property And My Bank Accounts. They Mean Nothing To Me. And I Am Only One Among The Millions Of Sad Women Like Myself.

I Converse With My Dog Through Esp

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.