It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves

The Masses Are Still Ungrateful Or Ignorant. They Prefer Murder, Poisonings, And Crimes Generally To A Literature Possessed Of Style And Feeling.

There Are No More Thorough Prudes Than Those Who Have Some Little Secret To Hide.

Nothing Resembles Selfishness More Closely Than Self-respect

I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.