The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

Nobody Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things At The Same Time Sweet And Profound. Sweetness And Depth, This Is All Of Woman; This Is All Of Heaven.

The Production Of Souls Is The Secret Of Unfathomable Depth.

A Writer Is A World Trapped In A Person.

A Man Without A Woman Is Like A Pistol Without A Trigger; It Is The Woman Who Makes The Man Go Off.

The Ode Lives Upon The Ideal, The Epic Upon The Grandiose, The Drama Upon The Real.