The Guilty One Is Not He Who

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

The Mountains, The Forest, And The Sea, Render Men Savage; They Develop The Fierce, But Yet Do Not Destroy The Human.

Do Not Economize On The Hymeneal Rites; Do Not Prune Them Of Their Splendor, Nor Split Farthings On The Day When You Are Radiant. A Wedding Is Not House-keeping.

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.

As A Means Of Contrast With The Sublime, The Grotesque Is, In Our View, The Richest Source That Nature Can Offer.