Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.