The Sight Of Women Talking Together Has

The Pain Of Sexual Frustration, Of Repressed Tenderness, Of Denied Curiosity, Of Isolation In The Ego, Of Greed, Suppressed Rebellion, Of Hatred Poisoning All Love And Generosity, Permeates Our Sexuality. What We Love We Destroy.

All Societies On The Verge Of Death Are Masculine. A Society Can Survive With Only One Man; No Society Will Survive A Shortage Of Women.

A Garden Is A Kinetic Work Of Art, Not An Object But A Process, Open-ended, Biodegradable, Nurturant, Like All Women's Artistry. A Garden Is The Best Alternative Therapy.

Every Time A Man Unburdens His Heart To A Stranger He Reaffirms The Love That Unites Humanity.

If Women Understand By Emancipation The Adoption Of The Masculine Role Then We Are Lost Indeed. If Women Can Supply No Counterbalance To The Blindness Of Male Drive The Aggressive Society Will Run To Its Lunatic Extremes At Ever-escalating Speed. Who Will Safeguard The Despised Animal Faculties Of Compassion, Empathy, Innocence And Sensuality?