Sexes. One Has The Look

Fate And Necessity Are Unconquerable.

Truth Takes The Stamp Of The Souls It Enters. It Is Rigorous And Rough In Arid Souls, But Tempers And Softens Itself In Loving Natures.

Tenderness Is The Rest Of Passion.

Maxims Are To The Intellect What Laws Are To Actions; They Do Not Enlighten, But They Guide And Direct, And, Although Themselves Blind, Are Protective.

Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The Soul.