There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.
Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are ways and means of compounding such matters.
Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.
Too great haste leads us to error.