You Are A Fool In Four Letters,

If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If Every Heart Were Just, Frank, Kindly, The Other Virtues Would Be Well-nigh Useless.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

The More Powerful The Obstacle, The More Glory We Have In Overcoming It; And The Difficulties With Which We Are Met Are The Maids Of Honor Which Set Off Virtue.

Everyone Has A Right To His Own Course Of Action.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush. [fr., L'innocence A Rougir N'est Point Accoutumee.]