Silence Too Can Be Indiscreet.

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.

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

Fatalism Is The Lazy Man's Way Of Accepting The Inevitable.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

We Are Nearly All Composed Of Such A Complex Mixture Of Human Qualities That In Each One Of Us Reside Both Masculine And Feminine Principles: What Man Is Without Any Female Attribute And What Woman Never Demonstrates Any Masculine Characteristics?