Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
Show me a genuine case of platonic friendship and I shall show you two old...
Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the...
Revenge is often like biting a dog because the dog bit you.
I understand by this passion the union of desire friendship and tenderness which is inflamed by a single female which prefers her to the rest of her sex and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being.
