There Is No Such Thing As Security.

Great Artists Are Products Of Their Own Time: They Do Not Spring Forth Fully Equipped From The Head Of Jove, But Are Formed By The Circumstances Acting Upon Them Since Birth. These Circumstances Include The Ambiance Created By The Other, Lesser Artists Of Their Own Time, Who Have All Done Their Part In Creating The Pressure That Forces Up An Exceptional Talent. Unjustly, But Unavoidably, The Very Closeness Of A Great Artist To His Colleagues And Contemporaries Leads To Their Eclipse.

Women Over Fifty Already Form One Of The Largest Groups In The Population Structure Of The Western World. As Long As They Like Themselves, They Will Not Be An Oppressed Minority. In Order To Like Themselves They Must Reject Trivialization By Others Of Who And What They Are. A Grown Woman Should Not Have To Masquerade As A Girl In Order To Remain In The Land Of The Living.

It Strikes Me As Very Strange That Whereas Tennyson Could Support Most Of Mr. Buckley's Propositions About Free Trade, And The Private Sector, And Private Enterprise, Tennyson Found No Difficulty Also In Lending Intellectual Support To The Idea Of Women's Liberation.

It Takes A Great Deal Of Courage And Independence To Decide To Design Your Own Image Instead Of The One That Society Rewards, But It Gets Easier As You Go Along.

The High-heeled Shoe Is A Marvellously Contradictory Item; It Brings A Woman To A Man's Height But Makes Sure She Cannot Keep Up With Him.