A Man Without A Woman Is Like

You Would Have Imagined Her At One Moment A Maniac, At Another A Queen.

By Putting Forward The Hands Of The Clock You Shall Not Advance The Hour.

Promise To Give Me A Kiss On My Brow When I Am Dead.--i Shall Feel It.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

We May Remark In Passing That To Be Blind And Beloved May, In This World Where Nothing Is Perfect, Be Among The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness. The Supreme Happiness In Life Is The Assurance Of Being Loved; Of Being Loved For Oneself, Even In Spite Of Oneself; And This Assurance The Blind Man Possesses. In His Affliction, To Be Served Is To Be Caressed. Does He Lack Anything? No. Possessing Love He Is Not Deprived Of Light. A Love, Moreover, That Is Wholly Pure. There Can Be No Blindness Where There Is This Certainty.