The Very Condition Of Woman Is So

Too Great A Sense Of Identity Makes A Man Feel He Can Do No Wrong. And Too Little Does The Same.

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.