Nobody Knows Like A Woman

God Became Man, Granted. The Devil Became A Woman.

There Exists, At The Bottom Of All Abasement And Misfortune, A Last Extreme Which Rebels And Joins Battle With The Forces Of Law And Respectability In A Desperate Struggle, Waged Partly By Cunning And Partly By Violence, At Once Sick And Ferocious, In Which It Attacks The Prevailing Social Order With The Pin-pricks Of Vice And The Hammer-blows Of Crime.

Vengeance Comes From The Individual And Punishment From God.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.

It Is Not Enough To Be Happy, One Must Be Content.