The society of dead authors has this advantage over that of the living: they never flatter us to our faces nor slander us behind our backs nor intrude upon our privacy nor quit their shelves until we take them down.
What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.
We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
He who believes in freedom of the will has never loved and never hated.
Not what we experience but how we perceive what we experience determines...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
