We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. I shall always be a priest of love. The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature .
She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer. Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. And if there is some dissatisfaction, it is physical, at least as much as psychic, sex as much as soul.