Love Without Reverence And Enthusiasm Is Only

Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.

These Tears Do Me Good, They Have Watered The Parched Place; Perhaps My Heart Will Grow Again There!