The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is

Small Natures Require Despotism To Exercise Their Sinews, As Great Souls Thirst For Equality To Give Play To Their Heart.

I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put My Poems On Paper: They Consist Of Actions And Feelings.

When A Woman Wants To Betray Her Husband, Her Actions Are Almost Invariably Studied But They Are Never Reasoned.

Love Is Precisely To The Moral Nature What The Sun Is To The Earth.

Generally Our Confidences Move Downward Rather Than Upward; In Our Secret Affairs, We Employ Our Inferiors Much More Than Our Bettors.