Adultery Breathes New Life Into Marriages Which

On Devient Moral De' S Qu'on Est Malheureux. We Become Moral Once We Are Miserable.

Memory Nourishes The Heart, And Grief Abates.

That Translucent Alabaster Of Our Memories.

Most Of Our Faculties Lie Dormant Because They Can Rely Upon Habit, Which Knows What There Is To Be Done And Has No Need Of Their Services.

So Long As I Know What's Boiling In My Pot I Don't Bother My Head About What's In Other People's.