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Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron read more
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth it's spark.
 Others import yet nobler arts from France,
 Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.  
 Others import yet nobler arts from France,
 Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance. 
It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead -- these the living.
It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead -- these the living.
Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; read more
Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.
Love is an alliance of friendship and animalism; if the former predominates it is passion exalted and refined; if the read more
Love is an alliance of friendship and animalism; if the former predominates it is passion exalted and refined; if the latter, gross and sensual.
 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the read more 
 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
   Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. 
 Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
 Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
  These are read more 
 Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
 Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
  These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
   They do not point on me. 
Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.
Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.