It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.