Love Is The Most Selfish Of All

It Was Like The Eve Of A Battle; The Hearts Beat, The Eyes Laughed, And They Felft That The Life They Were Perhaps Going To Lose, Was After All, A Good Thing.

To Be A Woman Condemned To A Wretched And Disgraceful Punishment Is No Impediment To Beauty, But It Is An Insurmountable Obstacle To Power. Like All Persons Of Real Genius, Her Ladyship Well Knew What Accorded With Her Nature And Her Means. Poverty Disgusted Her -subjection Deprived Her Of Two-thirds Of Her Greatness. Her Ladyship Was Only A Queen Amongst Queens: The Enjoyment Of Satisfied Pride Was Essential To Her Sway. To Command Beings Of An Inferior Nature, Was, To Her, Rather A Humiliation Than A Pleasure.

...for, However All Other Feelings May Be Withered In A Woman's Nature, There Is Always One Bright Smiling Spot In The Maternal Breast, And That Is Where A Dearly-beloved Child Is Concerned.

To Save A Man And Thereby To Spare A Father's Agony And A Mother's Feelings Is Not To Do A Noble Deed, It Is But An Act Of Humanity.

Every Individual, From The Highest To The Lowest Degree, Has His Place In The Ladder Of Social Life, And Around Him Swirls A Little World Of Interests, Composed Of Stormy Passions And Conflicting Atoms