A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The child who acts unlovable is the child who most needs to be loved.
Woman is the sun, an extraordinary creature, one that makes the imagination gallop.
All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.
Celibacy is not just a matter of not having sex. It is a way of admiring a person for their humanity, maybe even for their beauty.
It is a maudlin and indecent verity that comes out through the strength of wine.
It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.
Through shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.
Nature abhors a virgin - a frozen asset.