We Exaggerate Misfortune And Happiness Alike. We

Conventions Are Often More Cruel Than The Law.

Are Not Our Noblest Feelings As It Were The Poems Of Our Will.

The Fact Is That Love Is Of Two Kinds, One Which Commands, And One Which Obeys. The Two Are Quite Distinct, And The Passion To Which The One Gives Rise Is Not The Passion Of The Other.

Let Passion Reach A Catastrophe And It Submits Us To An Intoxicating Force Far More Powerful Than The Niggardly Irritation Of Wine Or Of Opium. The Lucidity Our Ideas Then Achieve, And The Delicacy Of Our Overly Exalted Sensations, Produce The Strangest And Most Unexpected Effects.

An Ounce Of Courage Will Go Farther With Women Than A Pound Of Timidity.