[u]nless A Woman Is Held, By Man,

How Beautiful Maleness Is, If It Finds Its Right Expression.

Only In A Novel Are All Things Given Full Play.

If It Doesn't Absorb You, If It Isn't Any Fun, Don't Do It.

Naught Is Possessed, Neither Gold, Nor Land Nor Love, Nor Life, Nor Peace, Nor Even Sorrow Nor Death, Nor Yet Salvation. Say Of Nothing: It Is Mine. Say Only: It Is With Me.

It's Hard To Ravish A Tin Of Sardines.