Of All Human Foibles Love Of Living

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.

The Defects Of Human Nature Afford Us Opportunities Of Exercising Our Philosophy, The Best Employment Of Our Virtues. If All Men Were Righteous, All Hearts True And Frank And Loyal, What Use Would Our Virtues Be?

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

[dom Juan] Believes Neither In Heaven, Nor The Saints, Nor God, Nor The Werewolf.

How Easy Love Makes Fools Of Us.