Women Hope That The Dead Love May

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.

It Needs A Great Nature To Bear The Weight Of A Great Gratitude.

The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The Only Loss From Which We Never Recover.

Christianity Has Ever Been The Enemy Of Human Love.

I Do Not Wish To Be A Coward Like The Father Of Mankind And Throw The Blame Upon A Woman.