One Can Imagine The Look

Six Weeks With A Fever Is An Eternity.

Coffee Falls Into The Stomach... Ideas Begin To Move, Things Remembered Arrive At Full Gallop... The Shafts Of Wit Start Up Like Sharp-shooters, Similes Arise, The Paper Is Covered With Ink...

Un Mari, Comme Un Gouvernement, Ne Doit Jamais Avouer De Faute. A Husband, Like A Government, Never Needs To Admit A Fault.

Passion Is Universal Humanity. Without It Religion, History, Romance And Art Would Be Useless.

The Man As He Converses Is The Lover; Silent, He Is The Husband.