She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.

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

A Human Act Once Set In Motion Flows On Forever To The Great Account. Our Deathlessness Is In What We Do, Not In What We Are.

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.