There Is Nothing Original; All Is Reflected

Sects Differ More In Name Than Tenets.

In The First Woman We Love, We Love Everything. Growing Older, We Love The Woman Only.

Hatred Like Love Feeds On The Merest Trifles.

A Woman, Even A Prude, Is Not Long At A Loss, However Dire Her Plight. She Would Seen Always To Have In Hand The Fig Leaf Our Mother Eve Bequeathed To Her.

All We Are Is In The Soul.