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Love Comes Into Your Being Like A Tidal Wave ... Sometimes It Withdraws Like A Wave, Till There Isn't Such A Thing As A Pool Left, And Every Bit Of Your Heart Is As Dry As Seaweed Beyond The Wave's Reach.

Hurt Vanity Is One Of The Cruelest Of Mortal Wounds.

Marriage! ... Why, It Is Like Living In A Thimble With A Hippopotamus!

It Is You Men Who Make War! ... We, Who Have Children, Would Never Make It! Why Should A Woman Be Broken Up In Pain, To Give Her Child Life, Only To See Him Carried Away From Her, To Make Food For Guns?

Poets, When They Write Of Love, Give Themselves And Everyone Else Away!