We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything
that is real about us; ashamed of read more

We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything
that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of
our incomes, of our accents, of our opinion, of our experience,
just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month I can be read more

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month I can be myself.

Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.

Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not read more

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Doubt is the brother of shame.

Doubt is the brother of shame.

Don't tell me peace has broken out.

Don't tell me peace has broken out.

The guilty catch themselves

The guilty catch themselves

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance read more

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.