And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.

No Friendship Is So Cordial Or So Delicious As That Of Girl For Girl; No Hatred So Intense And Immovable As That Of Woman For Woman.

I Have Suffered More From My Bad Dancing Than From All The Misfortunes And Miseries Of My Life Put Together.

How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

Great Men Lose Somewhat Of Their Greatness By Being Near Us; Ordinary Men Gain Much.