Destiny And History Are Untidy.

The Very Condition Of Woman Is So Subject To Hazard, So Complex, And So Grievous, That To Place Her At One Moment Is But To Displace Her At The Next.

There Is Always More Surface To A Shattered Object Than A Whole.

The Seal, She Lounges Like A Bride,much Too Docile, There's No Doubt;madame Récamier, On Side,(if Such She Has), And Bottom Out.

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

Suffering For Love Is How I Have Learned Practically Everything I Know, Love Of Grandmother Up And On.