The premature confession of passion, and the confession of premature
passion, both rankle in the breast--and, probably, in the breast of both
penitent and confessor.

* * *

What intensity of feeling a woman can throw into the enunciation of a
Christian name! There is perhaps no better clue to possession that this.
For, probably,

Not until a man's Christian mane is ecstatically uttered is a woman
wholly his.
* * *

Men and women content with the different weapons. This is why
Men are rarely intrepid in the presence of women; but women rarely stand
in awe of men.--Nothing differentiates the sexes more than this; but
the psychological reason is difficult to discover. Perhaps,

The making of love is a sort of duel, the conditions of which are that
the man shall doff all his armor and the woman may don all hers. Indeed,

The battle of love-making would be an unequal combat, even were both
contestants fully panoplied; for,

A woman's derision will pierce any mail. In fact,

No armor is impervious to woman's shafts--be they those of laughter or
be they those of love. So