Vanity is the quicksand of reason.

Vanity is the quicksand of reason

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.

We looked like we were in quicksand.