Hope is the most sensitive part of a poor wretch's soul; whoever raise >>
Man's natural character is to imitate; that of the sensitive man is to >>
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower whic >>
We women are always in danger of living too exclusively in the affecti >>
Woman! The peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, >>
Only a male intellect clouded by the sexual drive could call the stunt >>
Woman's destiny is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her.