The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's

I Have Lost Faith In Universal Panaceas - Work Is The One Thing In Which I Really Believe.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.

Your Work Is Carved Out Of Agony As A Statue Is Carved Out Of Marble.

But Is There Any Reason To Believe That A Woman's Spiritual Fibre Is Less Sturdy Than A Man's? Is It Not Possible For A Woman To Come To Terms With Herself If Not With The World; To Withdraw More And More, As Time Goes On, Her Own Personality From Her Productions; To Stop Childish Fears Of Death And Eschew Charming Rebellions Against Facts?

Perhaps This Very Instant Is Your Time.