Remember, Love Is All A Woman Has

Art Is The Stored Honey Of The Human Soul, Gathered On Wings Of Misery And Travail.

Theodore Dreiser Should Ought To Write Nicer.

When A Man, However Passively, Becomes An Obstacle To The Fulfillment Of A Woman's Desires, He Becomes An Odious Thing In Her Eyes, - Or Will, Given Time Enough.

I Acknowledge The Furies. I Believe In Them. I Have Heard The Disastrous Beating Of Their Wings.

If I Were Personally To Define Religion, I Would Say That It Is A Bandage That Man Has Invented To Protect A Soul Made Bloody By Circustance.