It was said of old Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, that she never puts dots over her I s, to save ink.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm the sort of person who doesn't write in ink. I only write in pencil, so it can be rubbed out.
And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
I don't want to give too much ink to foolish men.
My poems are almost all written as Diane. I don't have any problems with that, and if other women choose to identify with this, I think that's terrific.
The charms of women were never more powerful never inspired such achievements, as in those immortal periods, when they could neither read nor write.
Indeed, it is measure of how little we know about Cleopatra that the only images of her are either the coins she struck, bearing very unflattering official portraits of her, or some doubtful busts, which may be of other women imitating her coiffure.
It's not always the easiest thing to be the center of so much spilled ink.
When you have a brush in your hand, inking a beautiful woman is a lot like running your hands over her.
The printing press was at first mistaken for an engine of immortality by everybody except Shakespeare.
Don't think it, ink it.