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Stupidity Assumes Two Forms, It Speaks Or Is Silent. Mute Stupidity Is Bearable.

Love Endows Us With A Sort Of Personal Religion; We Respect Another Live Within Ourselves.

When A Woman Starts Talking About Her Duty, Her Regard For Appearances, And Her Respect For Religion, She Raises So Many Bulwarks Which She Delights To See Captured By Storm.

A Lover Always Thinks Of His Mistress First And Himself Second; With A Husband It Runs The Other Way.

Love Is Perhaps No More Than Gratitude For Pleasure.