Every Historian Discloses A New

No Human Creature Can Give Orders To Love.

Immodest Creature, You Do Not Want A Woman Who Will Accept Your Faults, You Want The One Who Pretends You Are Faultless - One Who Will Caress The Hand That Strikes Her And Kiss The Lips That Lie To Her.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself; And There Are Some Revolutions Which Humanity Accomplishes Without Quite Knowing How, Because It Is Everybody Who Takes Them In Hand.

We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.