A Blush Is The Sign Which Nature

To Look Forward To Pleasure Is Also A Pleasure.

Pure Truth Is For God Alone.

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.

Nature Meant Woman To Be Her Masterpiece.