Platonic Love Is Platonic Nonsense.

Beauty Is An Accidental And Transient Good.

Marriage Is The Highest State Of Friendship. If Happy, It Lessens Our Cares By Dividing Them, At The Same Time That It Doubles Our Pleasures By Mutual Participation.

Old Men, Imagining Themselves Under Obligation To Young Paramours, Seldom Keep Any Thing From Their Knowledge.

An Acquaintance With The Muses, In The Education Of Youth, Contributes Not A Little To Soften Manners. It Gives A Delicate Turn To The Imagination And A Polish To The Mind.

The Mind Can Be But Full. It Will Be As Much Filled With A Small Disagreeable Occurrence, Having No Other, As With A Large One.