Oh, I May Be Devout, But I

How Easy Love Makes Fools Of Us.

All The Power Is With The Sex That Wears The Beard.

The Road Is A Long One From The Projection Of A Thing To Its Accomplishment.

No Reason Makes It Right To Shun Accepted Ways From Stubborn Spite; And We May Better Join The Foolish Crowd Than Cling To Wisdom, Lonely Though Unbowed.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush. [fr., L'innocence A Rougir N'est Point Accoutumee.]