Sex Is The Most Respectable And Holy

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

We Do Not Die Of Anguish, We Live On. We Continue To Suffer. We Drink The Cup Drop By Drop.

You Can Bind My Body, Tie My Hands, Govern My Actions: You Are The Strongest, And Society Adds To Your Power; But With My Will, Sir, You Can Do Nothing.