Give me liberty or give me Beth.

The wise don’t self-despise.

Flee every nest at the behest of every quest.

We escape from our mothers only to be recaptured by our lovers.

Take your blows; lick the blood off your elbows.

Self-sufficiency has no deficiency.

The joy of one lover is the grief of another.

With teeters; want totters.

Separation has no anxiety for the soul’s entirety.

The modern woman kicks every locked door off its hinges and carries herself across every new threshold.

To enslave another person is to brick in ones own soul and leave it alone to die in the dark.

Independence isn’t a day; it’s a lifestyle.

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