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No Man Is In Love When He Marries. He May Have Loved Before; I Have Even Heard He Has Sometimes Loved After: But At The Time Never. There Is Something In The Formalities Of The Matrimonial Preparations That Drive Away All The Little Cupidons.

Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable Than Unsafe.

Generosity Without Delicacy, Like Wit Without Judgment, Generally Gives As Much Pain As Pleasure.

To Nobody, Then, Will I Write My Journal! Since To Nobody Can I Be Wholly Unreserved, To Nobody Can I Reveal Every Thought, Every Wish Of My Heart, With The Most Unlimited Confidence, The Most Unremitting Sincerity, To The End Of My Life!

There's No Nation Under The Sun Can Beat The English For Ill-politeness: For My Part, I Hate The Very Sight Of Them; And So I Shall Only Just Visit A Person Of Quality Or Two Of My Particular Acquaintance, And Then I Shall Go Back Again To France.