A Woman's Desire For Revenge

As Repressed Sadists Are Supposed To Become Policemen Or Butchers So Those With An Irrational Fear Of Life Become Publishers.

When I Write After Dark The Shades Of Evening Scatter Their Purple Through My Prose.

The True Index Of A Man's Character Is The Health Of His Wife.

Most Of The Beauty Of Women Evaporates When They Achieve Domestic Happiness At The Price Of Their Independence.

Hate Is Crystallized Fear, Fear's Dividend, Fear Objectivized. We Hate What We Fear And So Where Hate Is, Fear Will Be Lurking.