Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant

She, Too, Had Worn A Mask In Assuming A Contempt For Him, Whilst, As A Matter Of Fact, She Completely Misunderstood Him

The Weariest Night, The Longest Day, Sooner Or Later Must Perforce Come To An End.

To Love, For Us Men, Is To Clasp One Woman With Our Arms, Feeling That She Lives And Breathes Just As We Do, Suffers As We Do, Thinks With Us, Loves With Us, And, Above All, Sins With Us.

Your Mock Saint Who Stands In A Niche Is Not A Woman If She Have Not Suffered, Still Less A Woman If She Have Not Sinned. Fall At The Feet Of Your Idol As You Wish, But Drag Her Down To Your Level After That -- The Only Level She Should Ever Reach, That Of Your Heart.

I Shall Return, Doubt It Not. Such Love As Ours Was Not Created To Remain Unfulfilled. Whatever May Happen, Believe And Trust In Me, As I Shall In You, And Keep The Remembrance Of Me In Your Heart Without Sadness And Without Regret.