I Wish I Had Never Been Born--there

Black Chaos Comes, And The Fettered Gods Of The Earth Say, Let There Be Light.

Her Affection For Him Was Now The Breath And Life Of Tess's Being; It Enveloped Her As A Photosphere, Irradiated Her Into Forgetfulness Of Her Past Sorrows, Keeping Back The Gloomy Spectres That Would Persist In Their Attempts To Touch Her—doubt, Fear, Moodiness, Care, Shame. She Knew That They Were Waiting Like Wolves Just Outside The Circumscribing Light, But She Had Long Spells Of Power To Keep Them In Hungry Subjection There.

Do Not Do An Immoral Thing For Moral Reasons.

Is A Woman A Thinking Unit At All, Or A Fraction Always Wanting Its Integer?

A Lover Without Indiscretion Is No Lover At All.