Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
We find ourselves less witty in remembering what we have said than in dreaming of what we would have said.
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.
Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?
Conscience serves us especially to judge of the actions of others.
Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.