“Black as night, sweet as sin.”
“A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume...”
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again.”
“Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.”
“Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.”
“There are two kinds of people in the world—only two kinds. Not black or white, rich or poor, but those either dead in sin or dead to sin.”