Love Is The Most Melodious Of All

The Innocence Of Virgins Is Like Milk Which Turns When Exposed To A Clap Of Thunder, To A Tart Smell, To A Hot Day, To The Merest Nothing.

A Grocer Is Attracted To His Business By A Magnetic Force As Great As The Repulsion Which Renders It Odious To Artists.

In The First Woman We Love, We Love Everything. Growing Older, We Love The Woman Only.

Nature Makes Only Dumb Animals. We Owe The Fools To Society.

Handsome Widows, After A Twelve-month, Enjoy A Latitude And Longitude Without Limit.