Nothing Is Proved, All Is Permitted.

Love Is The Only Thing You Can Really Give In All This World. When You Give Love, You Give Everything.

When A Girl Leaves Her Home At Eighteen, She Does One Of Two Things. Either She Falls Into Saving Hands And Becomes Better, Or She Rapidly Assumes The Cosmopolitan Standard Of Virtue And Becomes Worse

People In General Attach Too Much Importance To Words. They Are Under The Illusion That Talking Effects Great Results. As A Matter Of Fact, Words Are, As A Rule, The Shallowest Portion Of All The Argument. They But Dimly Represent The Great Surging Feelings And Desires Which Lie Behind. When The Distraction Of The Tongue Is Removed, The Heart Listens.

I Believe In The Compelling Power Of Love. I Do Not Understand It. I Believe It To Be The Most Fragrant Blossom Of All This Thorny Existence.

A Real Flame Of Love Is A Subtle Thing. It Burns As A Will-o'-the-wisp, Dancing Onward To Fairy Lands Of Delight. It Roars As A Furnace. Too Often Jealousy Is The Quality Upon Which It Feeds.