You, Sir, Are The Most Phantom-like Of

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Gazer.

You Are Afraid Of Me, Because I Talk Like A Sphinx.

I Only Want An Easy Mind, Sir; Not Crushed By Crowded Obligations.

It Does Good To No Woman To Be Flattered [by A Man] Who Does Not Intend To Marry Her; And It Is Madness In All Women To Let A Secret Love Kindle Within Them, Which, If Unreturned And Unknown, Must Devour The Life That Feeds It; And, If Discovered And Responded To, Must Lead, Ignis-fatuus-like, Into Miry Wilds Whence There Is No Extrication.

Conventionality Is Not Morality. Self-righteousness Is Not Religion. To Attack The First Is Not To Assail The Last.