Why Must Women Torment Me So?

Why Must Women Torment Me So?

When A Girl Leaves Her Home At Eighteen, She Does One Of Two Things. Either She Falls Into Saving Hands And Becomes Better, Or She Rapidly Assumes The Cosmopolitan Standard Of Virtue And Becomes Worse

Life Is Made For The Strong. There Is No Mercy In It For The Weak– None...such Is The Tragedy Of Desire.

People In General Attach Too Much Importance To Words. They Are Under The Illusion That Talking Effects Great Results. As A Matter Of Fact, Words Are, As A Rule, The Shallowest Portion Of All The Argument. They But Dimly Represent The Great Surging Feelings And Desires Which Lie Behind. When The Distraction Of The Tongue Is Removed, The Heart Listens.

You Walk Into A Room, See A Woman, And Something Happens. It's Chemical. What Are You Going To Do About It?