Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable Than Unsafe.

The Spring Is Generally Fertile In New Acquaintances.

To Whom, Then, Must I Dedicate My Wonderful, Surprising And Interesting Adventures? To Whom Dare I Reveal My Private Opinion Of My Nearest Relations? The Secret Thoughts Of My Dearest Friends? My Own Hopes, Fears, Reflections And Dislikes? Nobody!

People Who Live Together Naturally Catch The Looks And Air Of One Another And Without Having One Feature Alike, They Contract A Something In The Whole Countenance Which Strikes One As A Resemblance

I Am Tired To Death! Tired Of Every Thing! I Would Give The Universe For A Disposition Less Difficult To Please. Yet, After All, What Is There To Give Pleasure? When One Has Seen One Thing, One Has Seen Every Thing.

. . . Men Seldom Risk Their Lives Where An Escape Is Without Hope Of Recompense.