Remorse Is Impotence, Impotence Which

If Certain Women Walk Straight Into Adultery, There Are Many Others Who Cling To Numerous Hopes, And Commit Sin Only After Wandering Through A Maze Of Sorrows.

Nos Beaux Sentiments Ne Sont-ils Pas Les Poe Sies De La Volonte ? Aren't Our Best Feelings Poetry Of The Will?

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.

The Habits Of Life Form The Soul, And The Soul Forms The Physical Presence.

Gratitude Is A Fool's Word; We Find It In The Dictionary, But It Is Not In The Heart Of Man.