Nature Tells Every Secret Once.

How Shall A Man Escape From His Ancestors, Or Draw Off From His Veins The Black Drop Which He Drew From His Father's Or Mother's Life?

Liberty Is A Slow Fruit.

A Man's Library Is A Sort Of Harem.

We Are Ashamed Of Our Thoughts And Often See Them Brought Forth By Others.

Each Man Reserves To Himself Alone The Right Of Being Tedious.