Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.

Sensuality is the death of the soul.

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected at least one woman.

A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.

A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our Mother Eve bequeathed to her.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.