“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.

A short saying often contains much wisdom.

Error is discipline through which we advance.