There Is No Hell, No Inferno Except

We Have The Divinity Of Our Great Misery. And Our Solitude, With Its Toilsome Ideas, Tears And Laughter, Is Fatally Divine.

Stop War? Impossible! There Is No Cure For The World's Disease.

I Am More Sensitive Than Other People. Things That Other People Would Not Notice Awaken A Distinct Echo In Me, And In Such Moments Of Lucidity, When I Look At Myself, I See That I Am Alone, All Alone, All Alone.

Two Armies That Fight Each Other Is Like One Large Army That Commits Suicide.

It Is Not A Woman I Want - It Is All Women.