But One Must Know Where One Stands,

I Always Had An Aversion To Your Apostles Of Freedom; Each But Sought For Himself Freedom To Do What He Liked.

Nothing Tells More About The Character Of A Man Than The Things He Makes Fun Of.

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.