There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, so >>
In solitude, where we are least alone. >>
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover -- but wil >>
Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing. >>
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is imp >>
Queen Guenever, for whom I make here a little mention, that while she >>
Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.