Prudery is ignorance.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
If one wishes to become rich they must appear rich.
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.