"Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know."

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Nine times out of ten it is over the Bridge of Sighs that we pass the narrow gulf from youth to manhood. That interval is usually marked by an ill placed or disappointed affection. We recover and we find ourselves a new being. The intellect has become hardened by the fire through which it has passed. The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.

— Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton