“All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNotby coincidence, by choice.”

“I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my ...”

“Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now,I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.”

“I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize its time to mount a different horse.”

“Its just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.”

“I am the interpretation of the prophetI am the artist in the coffinI am the brave flag stained with bloodI am the wounds overcomeI am the dream refusing to sleepI am the bare-breasted voice of libe...”

“It's not the beauty of a person you should admire. It is the purity of heart that deserves your admiration.”

“It was an instinctive testimony to Little Dorrit's worth and difference from all the rest, that the poor young fellow honoured and loved her for being simply what she was.”

“The main qualities that had earned him this universal respect in the service were, first, an extreme indulgence towards people, based on his awareness of his own shortcomings; second, a perfect lib...”

“Like the perfect collision of oils on a canvas. She was a walking piece of art. Words and all.”

“Woman is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.”

“It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to b...”