I Will Ge Glad To Have Done

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!

The Arrogance Of Officialdom Should Be Tempered And Controlled, And Assistance To Foreign Hands Should Be Curtailed, Lest Rome Fall.

There Is No Solid Satisfaction In Any Career For A Woman Like Myself. There Is No Home, No True Freedom, No Hope, No Joy, No Expectation For Tomorrow, No Contentment. I Would Rather Cook A Meal For A Man And Bring Him His Slippers And Feel Myself In The Protection Of His Arms Than Have All The Citations And Awards And Honors I Have Received Worldwide, Including The Ribbon Of Legion Of Honor And My Property And My Bank Accounts. They Mean Nothing To Me. And I Am Only One Among The Millions Of Sad Women Like Myself.

Money? I Lost All Taste For It.

God's 'failures' Are Really Man's Failures.