Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.

My religion of life is always to be cheerful.

The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.

Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.