To Be Made Evident, Truth

It Is High Time That We Had Lights That Are Not Incendiary Torches.

Know How To Replace In Your Heart, By The Happiness Of Those You Love, The Happiness That May Be Wanting To Yourself

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.

Celebrate Within Yourself That Wonderful Treasure . . . True Kindness.

Vanity Is The Quicksand Of Reason.