For A Single Path Leads

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.

But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.