We Trust Our Secrets To Our Friends,

We Seldom Repent Of Speaking Little, Very Often Of Speaking Too Much: A Vulgar And Trite Maxim, Which All The World Knows And, But Which All The World Does Not Practice

Life Is A Kind Of Sleep: Old Men Sleep Longest, Nor Begin To Wake But When They Are To Die.

If A Handsome Woman Allows That Another Woman Is Beautiful, We May Safely Conclude She Excels Her.

We Can Recognize The Dawn And The Decline Of Love By The Uneasiness We Feel When Alone Together.

Such A Great Misfortune, Not To Be Able To Be Alone.