Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.

Think about it. For the sake of fame, men will risk great dangers. They put themselves in the jaws of death more than for their children. For fame, they will spend their money like water and work their fingers to the bone. Have you not observed this in your own home?

It appears to me that our sex is only discussed publicly in a derogatory manner. The respectable woman is doomed to anonymity.

I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened.

There are no accidents in this world, that no living being is seduced into an entanglement that he did not invite with his innermost desires. Would you agree with my estimation?