I Think Being A Woman Is Like

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

No Love Is Entirely Without Worth, Even When The Frivolous Calls To The Frivolous And The Base To The Base.

What Makes You Imagine ... That Anything Of Importance Can Be Taught In A School?

Only Lies And Evil Come From Letting People Off.

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.