We Trust Our Secrets To

We Confide Our Secret To A Friend, But In Love It Escapes Us.

Next To Sound Judgment, Diamonds And Pearls Are The Rarest Things In The World.

A Man Starts Upon A Sudden, Takes Pen, Ink, And Paper, And Without Ever Having Had A Thought Of It Before, Resolves Within Himself He Will Write A Book; He Has No Talent At Writing, But He Wants Fifty Guineas.

Profane Eloquence Is Transfered From The Bar, Where Le Maitre, Pucelle, And Fourcroy Formerly Practised It, And Where It Has Become Obsolete, To The Pulpit, Where It Is Out Of Place.

Love And Friendship Exclude Each Other.