We are betrayed by what is false within

Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .