People Are All Alike In Their Promises.

Books And Marriage Go Ill Together.

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

He Must Have Killed A Lot Of Men To Have Made So Much Money.

Rest Assured That There Is Nothing Which Wounds The Heart Of A Noble Man More Deeply Than The Thought His Honour Is Assailed.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.