A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats

When a woman has lost her chastity she will shrink from nothing.

Is it a fact -- or have I dreamt it -- that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.