If You Are Going To Be Pushed

All Intimacies Are Based On Differences.

You Seemed To Me To Be Soaring Far Up In The Blue - To Be Sailing In The Bright Light, Over The Heads Of Men. Suddenly Some One Tosses Up A Faded Rosebud - A Missile That Should Never Have Reached You - And Down You Drop To The Ground.

The Artist Beholds In Nature More Than She Herself Nature Is Conscious Of.

The Superiority Of One Man's Opinion Over Another's Is Never So Great As When The Opinion Is About A Woman.

The Practice Of "reviewing"... In General Has Nothing In Common With The Art Of Criticism.