If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.

“The peculiarity of prudery is to station the more sentries the less the fortres…”

“Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.”

“She talked thus, bent double, shaken with sobs, blinded by tears, her neck bare…”

“At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in …”