To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
Show me the woman, however loyal, who does not seek to rouse desire.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
In a world of hunchbacks, a fine figure becomes a monstrosity.
No frozen-hearted woman ever I laid eyes on but has made duty her religion.