I Strove With None; For

When A Woman Hath Ceased To Be Quite The Same To Us, It Matters Little How Different She Becomes.

Wrong Is But Falsehood Put In Practice.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.

What Is Companionship Where Nothing That Improves The Intellect Is Communicated, And Where The Larger Heart Contracts Itself To The Model And Dimension Of The Smaller?

Other Offences, Even The Greatest, Are The Violation Of One Law: Despotism Is The Violation Of All.