The Man Of Science Is Nothing If

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.