...remember That What Has Once Been Done

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

Perhaps What I Am About To Say Will Appear Strange To You Gentlemen, Socialists, Progressives, Humanitarians As You Are, But I Never Worry About My Neighbor, I Never Try To Protect Society Which Does Not Protect Me -- Indeed, I Might Add, Which Generally Takes No Heed Of Me Except To Do Me Harm -- And, Since I Hold Them Low In My Esteem And Remain Neutral Towards Them, I Believe That Society And My Neighbor Are In My Debt.

Haste Is A Poor Counselor

There Is Neither Happiness Nor Misery In The World; There Is Only The Comparison Of One State With Another, Nothing More. He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness. We Must Of Felt What It Is To Die, Morrel, That We May Appreciate The Enjoyments Of Life. " Live, Then, And Be Happy, Beloved Children Of My Heart, And Never Forget, That Until The Day God Will Deign To Reveal The Future To Man, All Human Wisdom Is Contained In These Two Words, 'wait And Hope.

To Be A Woman Condemned To A Wretched And Disgraceful Punishment Is No Impediment To Beauty, But It Is An Insurmountable Obstacle To Power. Like All Persons Of Real Genius, Her Ladyship Well Knew What Accorded With Her Nature And Her Means. Poverty Disgusted Her -subjection Deprived Her Of Two-thirds Of Her Greatness. Her Ladyship Was Only A Queen Amongst Queens: The Enjoyment Of Satisfied Pride Was Essential To Her Sway. To Command Beings Of An Inferior Nature, Was, To Her, Rather A Humiliation Than A Pleasure.