At This Point I Meet

Except Two Breeds - The Stupid And The Narrowly Feline - All Women Have A Touch Of The Lesbian: An Assertion All Good Non-analytic Creatures Refute With Horror, But Quite True: There Is Always The Poignant Intensive Personal Taste, The Flair Of Inner-sex, In The Tenderest Friendships Of Women.

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

Are There Many Things In This Cool-hearted World So Utterly Exquisite As The Pure Love Of One Woman For Another Woman?

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

However Great One's Gift Of Language May Be, There Is Always Something That One Cannot Tell.