The Beautiful Has But One

To Lie A Little Is Not Possible: He Who Lies, Lies The Whole Lie.

Without Vanity, Without Coquetry, Without Curiosity, In A Word, Without The Fall, Woman Would Not Be Woman. Much Of Her Grace Is In Her Frailty.

Nothing Is More True, More Real, Than The Primeval Magnetic Disturbances That Two Souls May Communicate To One Another, Through The Tiny Sparks Of A Moment's Glance.

We Are Reassured Almost As Foolishly As We Are Alarmed; Human Nature Is So Constituted.

Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?