We Confess To Little Faults Only To

There Are Follies As Catching As Contagious Disorders.

Death, Like The Sun, Cannot Be Looked At Steadily.

Weakness Of Character Is The Only Defect Which Cannot Be Amended.

Why Can We Remember The Tiniest Detail That Has Happened To Us, And Not Remember How Many Times We Have Told It To The Same Person.

The Great Interests Of Man: Air And Light, The Joy Of Having A Body, The Voluptuousness Of Looking.