Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

What Is The Cat?" He Exclaimed. "it Is A Corrective. God, Having Made The Mouse, Said, 'i've Made A Blunder.' And He Made The Cat. The Cat Is The Erratum Of The Mouse. The Mouse, Plus The Cat, Is The Revised And Corrected Proof Of Creation.

Great Buildings, Like Great Mountains, Are The Work Of Centuries.

He Who Contemplates The Depths Of Paris Is Seized With Vertigo. Nothing Is More Fantastic. Nothing Is More Tragic. Nothing Is More Sublime.