One Wastes So Much Time, One Is

Whoever Has Loved Once, Knows All That Life Contains Of Sorrow And Of Joy.

You Can Bind My Body, Tie My Hands, Govern My Actions: You Are The Strongest, And Society Adds To Your Power; But With My Will, Sir, You Can Do Nothing.

The Marriage Vow Is An Absurdity Imposed By Society.

Nature Has Not Changed. The Night Is Still Unsullied, The Stars Still Twinkle, And The Wild Thyme Smells As Sweetly Now As It Did Then ... We May Be Afflicted And Unhappy, But No One Can Take From Us The Sweet Delight Which Is Nature's Gift To Those Who Love Her And Her Poetry.

If They Are Ignorant, They Are Despised, If Learned, Mocked. In Love They Are Reduced To The Status Of Courtesans. As Wives They Are Treated More As Servants Than As Companions. Men Do Not Love Them: They Make Use Of Them, They Exploit Them, And Expect, In That Way, To Make Them Subject To The Law Of Fidelity.