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I Can No Longer Think Of Anything But You. In Spite Of Myself, My Imagination Carries Me To You. I Grasp You, I Kiss You, I Caress You, A Thousand Of The Most Amorous Caresses Take Possession Of Me.

One Of The Most Detestable Habits Of Lilliputian Minds Is To Find Their Own Littleness In Others.

The Press Is Like A Woman: Sublime When It Lies, It Will Not Let Go Until It Has Forced You To Believe It. The Public, Like A Foolish Husband, Always Succumbs.

You Cannot Pluck Love Out Of Your Heart As You Would Pull A Tooth.

When Women Love, They Forgive Everything...