To the wicked, everything serves as pretext.
It requires ages to destroy a popular opinion.
Providence has given us hope and sleep as a compensation for the many cares of life.
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
Everyone places his good where he can and has as much of it as he can, in his own way.
It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity; and it's a pretty odd sort of chastity at that, which leads men straight into the sin of Onan, and girls to the waning of their color.