La grande courtisane, la petite sainte. - Natalie Clifford Barney

Je me regarde sans honte : on n’a jamais blâmé les albinos d’avoir les yeux roses et les cheveux blanchâtres, pourquoi m’en voudrait-on d’être lesbienne? C’est une affaire de nature : mon étrangeté n’est pas un vice, n’est pas “voulue” et ne nuit à personne.

I am beginning to have a healthy dread of possessions, be it of a country, a house, a being or even an idea. If we are bothered by possessions we cannot really live either from without or from within; we are the possession of our possessions. All wars and most loves come from the possessive instinct. Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men: that you may belong to everything and everything be yours inclusive of yourself. Could we, and we can, have the vital necessities for all, we should do away with this cry of class and begin to differentiate between individuals. Individual superiority can alone feed the soul and give back through some materialisation of itself this individualised wealth of being.

Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth.