There Is No Death,/what Seems So Is

Art Is Sexless; - Good Work Is Eternal, No Matter Whether It Is Man Or Woman Who Has Accomplished It. ... Ah, But The World Will Never Own Woman's Work To Be Great Even If It Be So, Because Men Give The Verdict, And Man's Praise Is For Himself And His Own Achievements Always.

Nothing Is So Deceptive As Human Reasoning, - Nothing So Slippery And Reversible As What We Have Decided To Call 'logic.' The Truest Compass Of Life Is Spiritual Instinct.

Love Clamors Far More Incessantly And Passionately At A Closed Gate Than An Open One!

What Was The Use Of Trying To Expound A Truth, If The Majority Preferred A Lie?

If We Choose To Be No More Than Clods Of Clay, Then We Shall Be Used As Clods Of Clay For Braver Feet To Tread On.