Love Is The Enchanted Dawn Of Every

Sometimes, Only One Person Is Missing, And The Whole World Seems Depopulated.

Thou Makest The Man, O Sorrow!--yes, The Whole Man,--as The Crucible Gold.

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

The People Only Understand What They Can Feel; The Only Orators That Can Affect Them Are Those Who Move Them.

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.