All That Time Is Lost Which Might

He Who Blushes Is Already Guilty.

I Have Never Believed That Man's Freedom Consisted In Doing What He Wants, But Rather In Never Doing What He Does Not Want To Do.

Innocence Is Ashamed Of Nothing.

Love, Known To The Person By Whom It Is Inspired, Becomes More Bearable.

It Is Always A Poor Way Of Reading The Hearts Of Others To Try To Conceal Our Own. [fr., C'est Toujours Un Mauvais Moyen De Lire Dans Le Coeur Des Autres Que D'affecter De Cacher Le Sien.]