The Mind Is Always The Patsy Of

Ridicule Dishonours More Than Dishonour.

Death And The Sun Are Not To Be Looked At Steadily.

All Women Are Flirts, But Some Are Restrained By Shyness, And Others By Sense.

Philosophy Finds It An Easy Matter To Vanquish Past And Future Evils, But The Present Are Commonly Too Hard For It.

To Boast That One Never Flirts Is Actually A Kind Of Flirtation.