What A Woman Thinks Of Women Is

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners When You Lose.

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.