If Claret Is The King Of Natural

Frenchmen Have An Unlimited Capacity For Gallantry And Indulge It On Every Occasion.

Deference And Intimacy Live Far Apart.

If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If Every Heart Were Just, Frank, Kindly, The Other Virtues Would Be Well-nigh Useless.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.