Only When One Has Learned

Love Is The Only Way On Which Even The Dim-witted Reaches Certain Heights.

In France Everything Is A Matter For Jest. People Make Quips About The Scaffold, About Napoleon's Defeat On The Banks Of The Beresina, And About The Barricades Of Our Revolutions. So, At The Assizes Of The Last Judgment, There Will Always Be A Frenchmen To Crack A Joke.

Let Us Leave The Cure Of Public Evils To Those Quacks, The Statesmen.

There Are Some Women Whose Pregnancy Would Make Some Sly Bachelor Smile.

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.