I'm Fond Of Human Beings, But Only

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

Perhaps A Reign Of Powerful Women Is Necessary To Make, Or Unmake When Need Be, Powerful Men. Women Would Not Waste So Readily And Uselessly The Lives They Had Such Care And Pain In Bearing. Why Should They Submit To The Massacre Of The Innocent, One Generation After Another ... And Allow Them To Be Brought Up As Live-stock For The Inevitable Killing?

Being Bilingual Is Like Having A Wife And A Mistress. One Can Never Be Sure Of Either.

Doubt Seems The Only Purity For Those Who Are Too Fervent To Deny, And Too Lucid To Affirm.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.