Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

The Most Effective Coquetry Is Innocence.

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.

Private Passions Grow Tired And Wear Themselves Out; Political Passions, Never.