God Is The Author, Men

For Certain People, Misfortune Is A Beacon That Lights Up The Dark And Baser Sides Of Social Life.

And He, Like Many Jaded People, Had Few Pleasures Left In Life Save Good Food And Drink.

A Creole Woman Is Like A Child, She Wants To Possess Everything Immediately; Like A Child, She Would Set Fire To A House In Order To Fry An Egg. In Her Languor, She Thinks Of Nothing; When Passionately Aroused, She Thinks Of Any Act Possible Or Impossible.

Jealousy, An Eminently Credulous And Suspicious Passion, Allows Fancy The Greatest Possible Play. But It Does Not Bestow Wit, It Banishes All Sense.

Manners Are The Hypocrisy Of A Nation.