Has A Woman Who Knew

One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of Wishing To Agree With Many People.

We Believe That We Know Something About The Things Themselves When We Speak Of Trees, Colors, Snow, And Flowers; And Yet We Possess Nothing But Metaphors For Things - Metaphors Which Correspond In No Way To The Original Entities.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Inexperienced Girls Flatter Themselves With The Notion That It Is In Their Power To Make A Man Happy.

If You Want Me To Believe In Your Redeemer, You Are Going To Have To Look A Lot More Redeemed.