Love Is The Enchanted Dawn Of Every

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.

Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality, Of Life.

We Don't Have Two Hearts, One For Animals And One For Humans ; We Have One Heart Or We Don't Have Any.

Man Is Born Barbarous--he Is Ransomed From The Condition Of Beasts Only By Being Cultivated.