Equality May Be The Law, But No

A Man May And Ought To Pride Himself More On His Will Than On His Talent.

The Pleasures Of Love Proceed Successively From A Distich To A Quatrain, From A Quatrain To A Sonnet, From A Sonnet To A Ballad, From A Ballad To An Ode, From An Ode To A Cantata, And From A Cantata To A Dithyramb. A Husband Who Begins With The Dithyramb Is A Fool.

Rare Is The Man Who Suffers No Remorse As He Passes From The State Of Confidant To That Of Rival.

The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always, From Their Faith In The Good, Or Their Confidence In The True

A Woman In The Depths Of Despair Proves So Persuasive That She Wrenches The Forgiveness Lurking Deep In The Heart Of Her Lover. This Is All The More True When That Woman Is Young, Pretty, And So Decollete As To Emerge From The Neck Of Her Gown In The Costume Of Eve.