For The Nature Of Women Is Closely

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

The Spirit From Which We Act Is The Principal Matter.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

Passions Are Vices Or Virtues To Their Highest Powers.

Things Which Matter Most Must Never Be At The Mercy Of Things Which Matter Least.