The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. – Louise Bogan
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. – Louise Bogan
Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. – Louise Bogan
Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. – Louise Bogan
Im fascinated by the journey that an intelligent and an ambitious woman makes in the professional world in contrast to the journey that a man of similar ambition, of similar intelligence makes. What sort of concessions does a woman have to make? Does she have to work 20 percent harder than a man? – Charles Cumming