The Deadliest Foe To Virtue Would Be

But When One Has Ceased To Have Them, Too Often One Cannot.

My External Sensations Are No Less Private To My Self Than Are My Thoughts Or My Feelings. In Either Case My Experience Falls Within My Own Circle, A Circle Closed On The Outside... The Whole World For Each Is Peculiar And Private To That Soul.

The Cost Of A Thing Is What I Call Life Which Has To Be Exchanged For It, Immediately Or In The Long Run.

True Penitence Condemns To Silence. What A Man Is Ready To Recall He Would Be Willing To Repeat.

Another Occupation Might Have Been Better.