Talent Is A Flame, But Genius Is

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

The Man Whose Action Habitually Bears The Stamp Of His Mind Is A Genius, But The Greatest Genius Is Not Always Equal To Himself, Or He Would Cease To Be Human.

When Passion Is Not Fed, It Changes To Need. At This Juncture, Marriage Becomes A Fixed Idea In The Mind Of The Bourgeois, Being The Only Means Whereby He Can Win A Woman And Appropriate Her To His Uses.

Everybody All Over The World Takes A Wife's Estimate Into Account In Forming An Opinion Of A Man.

Children, Dear And Loving Children, Can Alone Console A Woman For The Loss Of Her Beauty.