The Innocence Of Virgins Is Like Milk

Neither The Passions Not Justice Nor Politics Nor The Great Social Forces Ever Consider The Victims They Strike.

Woman Has This In Common With Angels, That Suffering Beings Belong Especially To Her.

Doubt Follows White-winged Hope With Trembling Steps.

How Sternly We Reproach Virtue For Its Failings, How Indulgent We Are To The Better Qualities Of Vice!

With Every One, The Expectation Of A Misfortune Constitutes A Dreadful, Punishment. Suffering Then Assumes The Proportions Of The Unknown, Which Is The Soul's Infinite.