Reproach Is Usually Honest, Which Is More

Priests, Magistrates And Ladies Never Quite Take Off Their Gowns.

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

Love Is The Only Passion Which Suffers Neither Past Nor Future.

Jealousy, An Eminently Credulous And Suspicious Passion, Allows Fancy The Greatest Possible Play. But It Does Not Bestow Wit, It Banishes All Sense.

Religious Ecstasy Is A Madness Of Thought Freed Of Its Bodily Bonds, Whereas In The Ecstasy Of Love, The Forces Of Twin Natures Unite, Blend And Embrace One Another.