True sympathy is beyond what can be seen and touched and reasoned upon.

True sympathy is beyond what can be seen and touched and reasoned upon.

Character makes its own destiny.

Love manufactures every man into a poet while the fever lasts.

A man does not entreat for love. It is the irresistible impulse towards each other of two souls, a union in which there is neither conscious giving nor receiving.

Marriage: This terrible insoluble problem of civilisation, which created all the evil. This unnatural state of union in disunion which exacted impossibilities and forced together elements absolutely and inherently antagonistic to each other!

Men and women existed before creeds; love is the only religion.