Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing, and then they marry him.
Love rarely waits for permission.
One admirable trait in women is their lack of illusions about themselves. They never reason about their most blameworthy actions; their feelings carry them away. Even their dissimulation comes naturally to them, and in them crime is free of all baseness. Most of the time they simply do not know how it happened.
She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.
The young may be pure in heart, but they are also high on emotion and short on life experience. Simply put, they are natural philistines.
I’m a man who falls in love so easily, and with such reckless lack of consideration for the consequences of my actions, that from the very first instant of entering into a marriage I become, almost by definition, an adulterer.
My reasoning, if one can call it that, was inflamed by the scatter shot passions of youth and a literary diet overly rich in the works of Nietzshe, Kerouac, and John Menlove Edwards.
