The Fear Of Old Age Disturbs Us,

Poverty May Be The Mother Of Crime, But Lack Of Good Sense Is The Father.

If A Secret Is Revealed, The Person Who Has Confided It To Another Is To Be Blamed.

All Confidence Placed In Another Is Dangerous If It Is Not Perfect, For On Almost All Occasions We Ought To Tell Everything Or To Conceal Everything. We Have Already Told Too Much Of Our Secret, If One Single Circumstance Is To Be Kept Back.

Love Receives Its Death-wound From Aversion, And Forgetfulness Buries It.

Children Have Neither Past Nor Future; And That Which Seldom Happens To Us, They Rejoice In The Present. [fr., Les Enfants N'ont Ni Passe Ni Avenir; Et, Ce Qui Ne Nous Arrive Guere, Ils Jouissent Du Present.]