One Unconsciously Takes It For Granted That

Virtues Are Dangerous As Vices Insofar As They Are Allowed To Rule Over One As Authorities And Not As Qualities One Develops Oneself.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.

Science Offends The Modesty Of All Real Women. It Makes Them Feel As Though It Were An Attempt To Peek Under Their Skin--or, Worseyet, Under Their Dress And Ornamentation!

To Our Strongest Impulse, To The Tyrant In Us, Not Only Our Reason But Also Our Conscience Yields.

When We Dream About Those Who Are Long Since Forgotten Or Dead, It Is A Sign That We Have Undergone A Radical Transformation And That The Ground On Which We Live Has Been Completely Dug Up: Then The Dead Rise Up, And Our Antiquity Becomes Modernity.