There's so many different worlds, so many different suns. And we have just one world, but we live in different ones.
The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.
And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
A place has almost a shyness of a person with strangers; its secret is not to be surprised by too direct interrogation.
There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything.
The fact is that it was bourgeois white feminism that I was reacting against when I stood in my first women's studies classes and said, "Black women have always worked. "
Are we a Christian nation now? It's doubtful. But did we start out as one? Without question.
In a world that is in chaos politically, socially and environmentally, how can the human race sustain another 100 years?
When I am working on a problem, I never think about beauty but when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.