I Have The Knack Of Easing Scruples.

It's True Heaven Forbids Some Pleasures, But A Compromise Can Usually Be Found.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

Ah, There Are No Longer Any Children!

Men Often Marry In Hasty Recklessness And Repent Afterward All Their Lives.

We Are All Mortals, And Each Is For Himself.