“Is it love to worship a saint in heaven, whom you dare not touch, who hovers above you like a cloud, which floats away from you even as you gaze? To love is to feel one being in the world at one with us, our equal in sin as well as in virtue. To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us. Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol an you wish, but drag her down to your level after that- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.” LoveRomanceAngel Book:I Will Repay Source: I Will Repay
“By her own blindness she had sinned; now she must repay, not by empty remorse, but by prompt and useful action.” Redemption Book:The Scarlet Pimpernel Source: The Scarlet Pimpernel