A Corpse Is What's Left

Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have Plenty Of It.

Whatever People May Say, The Fastidious Formal Manner Of The Upper Classes Is Preferable To The Slovenly Easygoing Behaviour Of The Common Middle Class. In Moments Of Crisis, The Former Know How To Act, The Latter Become Uncouth Brutes.

One Does Not Kill Oneself For Love Of A Woman, But Because Love - Any Love - Reveals Us In Our Nakedness, Our Misery, Our Vulnerability, Our Nothingness.

You Don't Remember Days, You Remember Moments.

We Can All Do Good Deeds, But Very Few Of Us Can Think Good Thoughts.