The Great Home Of The Soul Is

Most Men Have A Deadness In Them That Frightens Me So Because Of My Own Deadness. Why Can't Men Get Their Life Straight, Like St.mawr, And Then Think? Why Can't They Think Quick, Mother: Quick As A Woman: Only Farther Than We Do?

Literature Is A Toil And A Snare, A Curse That Bites Deep.

The Journey Of Love Has Been Rather A Lacerating, If Well-worth-it, Journey.

And Whoever Forces Himself To Love Anybody Begets A Murderer In His Own Body.

With A Woman, A Man Always Wants To Let Himself Go. And It Is Precisely With A Woman That He Should Never Let Himself Go ... But Stick To His Innermost Belief And Meet Her Just There.