Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

I didn’t know then that young girls were a sort of poison, infectious to the man of age; and that men of age justly take woman of age to cure themselves of the diseases of youth.

Women are extraordinary creatures!

A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.

To make your life a work of wondergo into the night and wander;penetrate the world asunder,to find your fate in someplace fonder.