Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner. |
Yes, but tenderness becomes me best - a sort of dyingness - you see that picture has a sort of a - ha, Foible? A swimmingness in the eyes. |
You are a woman:- you must never speak what you think; your-words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may-contradict your words |
You are all camphire and frankincense, all chastity and odour. |
You can explore the universe looking for somebody who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and you will not find that person anywhere. |
You must love yourself before you love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy. |
You were about to tell me something, child, but you left off before you began. |