Life, The Permission To Know Death.

The Very Condition Of Woman Is So Subject To Hazard, So Complex, And So Grievous, That To Place Her At One Moment Is But To Displace Her At The Next.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

To Love Without Criticism Is To Be Betrayed.

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.