The World Hid Its Head In The

You're Neither Unnatural, Nor Abominable, Nor Mad; You're As Much A Part Of What People Call Nature As Anyone Else; Only You're Unexplained As Yet -- You've Not Got Your Niche In Creation. ~ The Well Of Loneliness, 1928

The World Hid Its Head In The Sands Of Convention, So That By Seeing Nothing It Might Avoid Truth.

Wars Come And Wars Go But The World Does Not Change: It Will Always Forget An Indebtedness Which It Thinks It Expedient Not To Remember.

Clothes, After All, Are A Form Of Self-expression.

Language Is Surely Too Small A Vessel To Contain These Emotions Of Mind And Body That Have Somehow Awakened A Response In The Spirit.