So after all I am a very promiscuous free lover. I want the love of you all, promiscuously.

I know that my companions from the moment of birth were heaven's choicest souls. I grew side by side with them, in fact all the education and inspiration came over them.

I imagined that the priestly ceremony was perfect sanctification, and that the sin of sins was for either husband or wife to be false to that relation.

The wife who submits to sexual intercourse against her wishes or desires, virtually commits suicide; while the husband who compels it, commits murder.

There are none so ignorant but they may be taught. So, too, are there none so unfortunate in their understanding of the true and high relation of the sexes as not to be amenable to the right kind of instruction.

I do not intend to be made the scapegoat of sacrifice, to be offered up as a victim to society.

It is extremely unfortunate that an editor's own life and practice should be notoriously at variance with his written principles.