Love Is Often The Fruit

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush. [fr., L'innocence A Rougir N'est Point Accoutumee.]

All Is Wholesome In The Absence Of Excess.

Of All Follies There Is None Greater Than Wanting To Make The World A Better Place.

The More We Love Our Friends, The Less We Flatter Them; It Is By Excusing Nothing That Pure Love Shows Itself.

I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just As Shoddy; But Then I Wouldn't Show It To Everybody.