I Don't Conquer, I Submit.

The Sweetest Pleasures Are Those Which Are Hardest To Be Won.

I Don't Conquer, I Submit.

Should I Perchance Still Feel After My Death, I Would No Longer Have Any Doubt, But I Would Most Certainly Give The Lie To Anyone Asserting Before Me That I Was Dead.

Real Love Is The Love That Sometimes Arises After Sensual Pleasure: If It Does, It Is Immortal; The Other Kind Inevitably Goes Stale, For It Lies In Mere Fantasy.

Love Is Only A Feeling Of Curiousity More Or Less Intense, Grafted Upon The Inclination Placed In Us By Nature That The Species May Be Preserved.