A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

A lover without discretion is no lover at all.

I have no fear of men, as such, nor of their books. I have mixed with them--one or two of them particularly-- almost as one of their own sex. I mean I have not felt about them as most women are taught to feel--to be on their guard against attacks on their virtue; for no average man-- no man short of a sensual savage--will molest a woman by day or night, at home or abroad, unless she invites him. Until she says by a look 'Come on' he is always afraid to, and if you never say it, or look it, he never comes.

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.