The moral of the tale is this: whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.

Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?

So, ” Wanda cried, “a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery?

You of the North in general take love too soberly and seriously. You talk of duties where there should be only a question of pleasure.

The real comic muse is the one underwhose laughing mask tears roll down.

She had known for a while that Chance would be her first. She hadn’t planned it would be tonight. But, it felt right, Fourth of July, fireworks, and her first time.

Perhaps women were once so dangerous they had to have their feet bound.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was before. Or so I tell myself; and for now that is enough.

I think most of us would be horrified to meet ourselves and discover what everyone else already knows about us.

Mistakes are merely steps up the ladder.

Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.

Jesus went before us on the narrow path along which He beckons us to follow Him.

There is a fruit of the Spirit that must accompany the gift of healing and that is longsuffering.

O heart, such disorganization!