He loved them all.

Woman as woman was the joy of the earth.

It was only the silly spectrum of civilisation that broke Woman up into primary colours--black, yellow, brunette, blonde--he damned civilisation.
"To listen to you," said I, when he paused for breath, "one would think you were a devil of a fellow." "I am," he declared.

"I'm a Universalist.

At any rate in theory, or rather in the conviction of what best suits myself.