All People Have Three Characters, That Which

A Widow Is Like A Frigate Of Which The First Captain Has Been Shipwrecked.

Almost Every One Flatters Himself That He And His Are Exceptionable.

One Expresses Well Only The Love He Does Not Feel.

We Can Invent Only With Memory.

I Gather From A Lawyer That There Was A Rehearsal Yesterday. We Haven't A Hope. I Know The Presiding Judge Too: I've Had The Misfortune To Sleep With His Wife. He Was Specially Picked.