Men Are So Conceited They’ll Believe Anything

I Have A Passionate Desire For Personal Privacy. I Want To Stand Before The World, For Good Or Bad, On The Book I Wrote, Not On What I Say In Letters To Friends, Not On My Husband And My Home Life, The Way I Dress, My Likes And Dislikes, Et Cetera. My Book Belongs To Anyone Who Has The Price, But Nothing Of Me Belongs To The Public.

She Couldn't Survey The Wreck Of The World With An Air Of Casual Unconcern.

The Old Guard Dies But It Never Surrenders.

But She Knew That No Matter What Beauty Lay Behind, It Must Remain There. No One Could Go Forward With A Load Of Aching Memories.

Ser Eyes Met His, Hers Naked With Pleading, His Remote As Mountain Lakes Under Gray Skies. She Saw In Them Defeat Of Her Wild Dream, Her Mad Desires.