Habit, To Which All Of Us Are

Men Of All Ages Have The Same Inclinations, Over Which Reason Exercises No Control. Thus, Wherever Men Are Found, There Are Follies, Ay, And The Same Follies.

O Tyrant Love, When Held By You, We May To Prudence Bid Adieu. [fr., Amour! Amour! Quand Tu Nous Tiens On Peut Bien Dire, Adieu, Prudence.]

Nothing Is So Oppressive As A Secret: Women Find It Difficult To Keep One Long; And I Know A Goodly Number Of Men Who Are Women In This Regard.

The More Wary You Are Of Danger, The More Likely You Are To Meet It.

The Best Laid Plot Can Injure Its Maker, And Often A Man's Perfidy Will Rebound On Himself.