If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If

The Proof Of True Love Is To Be Unsparing In Criticism.

All Is Wholesome In The Absence Of Excess.

All The Ills Of Mankind, All The Tragic Misfortunes That Fill The History Books, All The Political Blunders, All The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill At Dancing.

True, Heaven Prohibits Certain Pleasures; But One Can Generally Negotiate A Compromise.

There Is No Rampart That Will Hold Out Against Malice.