Death Unites As Well As Separates; It

It Is As Easy To Dream A Book As It Is Hard To Write One.

The Duration Of A Couple's Passion Is In Proportion To The Woman's Original Resistance Or To The Obstacles That Social Hazards Have Placed In The Way Of Her Happiness.

A Woman, Even A Prude, Is Not Long At A Loss, However Dire Her Plight. She Would Seen Always To Have In Hand The Fig Leaf Our Mother Eve Bequeathed To Her.

Conscience Is A Cudgel Which All Men Pick Up In Order To Thwack Their Neighbors Instead Of Applying It To Their Own Shoulders.

Glory Is A Poison, Good To Be Taken In Small Doses.