Nature Is A Gentle Guide, But Not

The Beautiful Souls Are They That Are Universal, Open, And Ready For All Things.

If My Intentions Were Not To Be Read In My Eyes And Voice, I Should Not Have Survived So Long Without Quarrels And Without Harm, Seeing The Indiscreet Freedom With Which I Say, Right Or Wrong, Whatever Comes Into My Head.

There Are No Truths, Only Moments Of Claryty Passing For Answers.

Wit Is A Dangerous Weapon, Even To The Possessor, If He Knows Not How To Use It Discreetly.

All The Opinions In The World Point Out That Pleasure Is Our Aim.