I would not send a poor girl into the world ignorant of the snares that beset her path nor would I watch and guard her till deprived of self-respect and self-reliance she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself .
I love those who do not know how to live for today.
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is...
Behind all their personal vanity women themselves always have an impersonal...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
