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If Poverty Is The Mother Of All Crimes, Lack Of Intelligence Is The Father.

Every Hour In Itself, As It Respects Us In Particular, Is The Only One We Can Call Our Own.

No Vice Exists Which Does Not Pretend To Be More Or Less Like Some Virtue, And Which Does Not Take Advantage Of This Assumed Resemblance.

A Coquette Is One That Is Never To Be Persuaded Out Of The Passion She Has To Please, Nor Out Of A Good Opinion Of Her Own Beauty: Time And Years She Regards As Things That Only Wrinkle And Decay Other Women, Forgetting That Age Is Written In The Face, And That The Same Dress Which Became Her When She Was Young Now Only Makes Her Look Older.

Generosity Lies Less In Giving Much Than In Giving At The Right Moment.