Isn't The Fear Of Pain

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

A Father Is Always Making His Baby Into A Little Woman. And When She Is A Woman He Turns Her Back Again.

Let This Serve As An Axiom To Every Lover: A Woman Who Refuses Lunch Refuses Everything.

The Dangerous Thing About Hate Is That It Seems So Reasonable.

As For Death, One Gets Used To It, Even If It Is Only Other People Is Death You Get Used To.