How Strange It Is To

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

There Is Nothing So Necessary For Men As Dancing.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.

One Is Easily Fooled By That Which One Loves.

Too Great Haste Leads Us To Error.