Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

It Is The Devil's Masterstroke To Get Us To Accuse Him

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.