A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.
Theodore DreiserI sacrifice to the God of Beauty โ the impulse to beauty in nature. Here are flowers. Here is wine spilled on the floor. I will burn incense & myrhh. I will kneel & strike my breast & touch the dust with my forehead. I will I will! Only do not forsake me, Oh God of beauty.
Theodore DreiserRemember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.
Theodore Dreiser