One cannot bring children into a world like this. One cannot perpetuate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who have no lasting emotions, but only whims and vanities, eddying them now this way, now that.

“The tumult of the present seems like a elegy for past youth and past summers, a…”

“Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than …”

“It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; t…”

“Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke wi…”