In the country of pain we are each alone. – May Sarton
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. – May Sarton

In the country of pain we are each alone. – May Sarton
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. – May Sarton
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best — out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters. – May Sarton
The whore is despised by the hypocritical world because she has made a realistic assessment of her assets and does not have to rely on fraud to make a living. In an area of human relations where fraud is regular practice between the sexes, her honesty is regarded with a mocking wonder. – Angela Carter