My Heavens! I've Been Talking

I Have The Fault Of Being A Little More Sincere Than Is Proper.

Birth Is Nothing Where Virtue Is Not

Hypocrisy Is A Fashionable Vice, And All Fashionable Vices Pass For Virtue.

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.