Ah, There Are No Longer Any Children!

Although I Am A Pious Man, I Am Not The Less A Man.

My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For The Last Forty Years Without Knowing It.

To Live Without Loving Is Not Really To Live.

True, Heaven Prohibits Certain Pleasures; But One Can Generally Negotiate A Compromise.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?