The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.

Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best On Graves.

Unrequited Love Is As Different From The Mutual Love As The Error From The Truth.

... The Progress Of The Language Has Caused Us To Lose Many Old Treasures. It Is Thus With All Progress, And One Must Make The Best Of It.

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.