One Is Not Oneself Every Day-fortunately.

Hero Worship Has Died With Heroes, And If Someone Bows Down Today, It Is To Pick Up Something.

I Judge People's Charm By The Ease With Which I Express Myself In Their Presence.

Albinos Aren't Reproached For Having Pink Eyes And Whitish Hair, Why Should They Hold It Again Me For Being A Lesbian? It's A Question Of Nature: My Queerness Isn't A Vice, Isn't 'deliberate,' And Harms No One.

I'm Fond Of Human Beings, But Only One At A Time.

To Be One's Own Master Is To Be The Slave Of Self.