Our Ignorance Of History Causes Us To

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.

All You Have To Do To Make Something Interesting Is To Look At It Long Enough.

Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes From Knowledge And Leads To Madness.

By Working One Can Bend Fortune. She Is Fond Of Crafty Men.

A Man, At Least, Is Free; He Can Explore Every Passion, Every Land, Overcome Obstacles, Taste The Most Distant Pleasures. But A Woman Is Continually Thwarted. Inert And Pliant At The Same Time, She Must Struggle Against Both The Softness Of Her Flesh And Subjection To The Law. Her Will, Like The Veil Tied To Her Hat By A String, Flutters With Every Breeze; There Is Always Some Desire Luring Her On, Some Convention Holding Her Back.