A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

Fear Comes From Uncertainty. When We Are Absolutely Certain, Whether Of Our Worth Or Worthlessness, We Are Almost Impervious To Fear.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.