It Infuriates Me To Be

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

Reason Is Not What Decides Love.

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.

All The Ills Of Mankind, All The Tragic Misfortunes That Fill The History Books, All The Political Blunders, All The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill At Dancing.

It Is Not Only For What We Do That We Are Held Responsible, But Also For What We Do Not Do.