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Instinct Is The Nose Of The Mind.

Love With Men Is Not A Sentiment, But An Idea.

For Ages Happiness Has Been Represented As A Huge Precious Stone, Impossible To Find, Which People Seek For Hopelessly. It Is Not So; Happiness Is A Mosaic, Composed Of A Thousand Little Stones, Which Separately And Of Themselves Have Little Value, But Which United With Art Form A Graceful Design.

Infidelity, Like Death, Admits Of No Degrees.

Modesty Is The Chastity Of Merit, The Virginity Of Noble Souls.