In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
The real war will never get in the books.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me I accept Time absolutely.
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
