Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves

Why, In Truth, Sir," Was Monte Cristo's Reply, "man Is But An Ugly Caterpillar For Him Who Studies Him Through A Solar Microscope; But You Said, I Think, That I Had Nothing Else To Do. Now, Really, Let Me Ask, Sir, Have You? — Do You Believe You Have Anything To Do? Or To Speak In Plain Terms, Do You Really Think That What You Do Deserves Being Called Anything?

I Am Hungry, Feed Me; I Am Bored, Amuse Me.

For In Those Tacit Understandings Which Maintain The Bond Of Family Union, The Mother Is Really The Mistress Of Her Daughter Only Upon The Condition Of Continually Presenting Herself To Her As A Model Of Wisdom And Type Of Perfection.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.

We Are Never Quits With Those Who Oblige Us," Was Dantes' Reply; "for When We Do Not Owe Them Money, We Owe Them Gratitude.