The Duration Of Our Passions Is No

The Accent Of One's Birthplace Remains In The Mind And In The Heart As In One's Speech.

People Would Never Fall In Love If They Hadn't Heard Love Talked About.

We Are So Accustomed To Disguise Ourselves To Others That In The End We Become Disguised To Ourselves.

Why Is It That Our Memory Is Good Enough To Retain The Least Triviality That Happens To Us, And Yet Not Good Enough To Recollect How Often We Have Told It To The Same Person?

Sometimes Accidents Happen In Life From Which We Have Need Of A Little Madness To Extricate Ourselves Successfully