My Love Was Both Humble And Audacious,

There Are Times Of Great Beauty On A Coffee Farm. When The Plantation Flowered In The Beginning Of The Rains, It Was A Radiant Sight, Like A Cloud Of Chalk, In The Mist Of The Drizzling Rain.

There Is Hardly Any Other Sphere In Which Prejudice And Superstition Of The Most Horrific Kind Have Been Retained So Long As In That Of Women, And Just As It Must Have Been An Inexpressable Relief For Humanity When It Shook Off The Burden Of Religious Prejudice And Superstition, I Think It Will Be Truly Glorious When Women Become Real People And Have The Whole World Open Before Them.

The True Art Of The Gods Is The Comic. The Comic Is A Condescension Of The Divine To The World Of Man; It Is The Sublime Vision, Which Cannot Be Studied, But Must Ever Be Celestially Granted. In The Comic The Gods See Their Own Being Reflected As In A Mirror, And While The Tragic Poet Is Bound By Strict Laws, They Will Allow The Comic Artist A Freedom As Unlimited As Their Own.

Difficult Times Have Helped Me To Understand Better Than Before, How Infinitely Rich And Beautiful Life Is In Every Way, And That So Many Things That One Goes Worrying About Are Of No Importance Whatsoever.

Through The Loveliness And Power Of Her Dream World She Was Now, In Her Old Frock And Botched Shoes, Very Likely The Loveliest, Mightiest And Most Dangerous Person On Earth