I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

I think there's a lot projected on beautiful women period. At least maybe this is just my fear but I do sometimes feel dismissed before I've even been allowed to participate. I have moments of feeling really wounded. But I am pretty optimistic and I do enjoy a lot of my life.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate they are green and vigorous in old age.