The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

Whatever separates you from the Truth, throw it away, it will vanish anyhow.-.

Whatever separates you from the Truth, throw it away, it will vanish anyhow.-.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.

Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.

By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they read more

By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they perfume life; discouraged, they poison it.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but read more

Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can read more

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.