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.

I sacrifice to the God of Beauty — 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.

The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended.

When a man, however passively, becomes an obstacle to the fulfillment of a woman's desires, he becomes an odious thing in her eyes, - or will, given time enough.

All forms of dogmatic religion should go. The world did without them in the past and can do so again.

Remember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.

In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance.