And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

“A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.”

“No hay más que dos clases de personas verdaderamente fascinadoras: las que lo s…”

“We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your …”

“Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?”