Karel Teige, Collage #366, 1949
"I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms:
there is a hall, through which everyone passes, going in and out; the drawing room,
where one receives formal visits; the sitting room, where members of the family
come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the hands
of whose doors are perhaps never touched; no one knows the way to them, no one
knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the soul sits alone and waits."
Edith Wharton, The Fullness of Life, 1893