Woman Is Sacred; The Woman

The Custom And Fashion Of Today Will Be The Awkwardness And Outrage Of Tomorrow - So Arbitrary Are These Transient Laws.

Why, In Truth, Sir," Was Monte Cristo's Reply, "man Is But An Ugly Caterpillar For Him Who Studies Him Through A Solar Microscope; But You Said, I Think, That I Had Nothing Else To Do. Now, Really, Let Me Ask, Sir, Have You? — Do You Believe You Have Anything To Do? Or To Speak In Plain Terms, Do You Really Think That What You Do Deserves Being Called Anything?

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

I Am Hungry, Feed Me; I Am Bored, Amuse Me.

What A Fool I Was, Not To Tear My Heart Out On The Day When I Resolved To Revenge Myself!