Passion Is Born Deaf And Dumb.

Women Are Ever The Dupes Or The Victims Of Their Extreme Sensitiveness.

A Penniless Man Who Has No Ties To Bind Him Is Master Of Himself At Any Rate, But A Luckless Wretch Who Is In Love No Longer Belongs To Himself, And May Not Take His Own Life. Love Makes Us Almost Sacred In Our Own Eyes; It Is The Life Of Another That We Revere Within Us; Then And So Begins For Us The Cruelest Trouble Of All.

Too Great A Display Of Delicacy Can And Does Sometimes Infringe Upon De-cency.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

Thanks To The Toleration Preached By The Encyclopedists Of The Eighteenth Century, The Sorcerer Is Exempt From Torture.