A Mother's Arms Are Made

The Clouds, - The Only Birds That Never Sleep.

I Repeat, Whether We Be Italians Or Frenchmen, Misery Concerns Us All.

The Realities Of Life Do Not Allow Themselves To Be Forgotten.

Paris Is A Sum Total. Paris Is The Ceiling Of The Human Race. All This Prodigious City Is An Epitome Of Dead And Living Manners And Customs. He Who Sees Paris, Seems To See All History Through With The Sky And Constellations In The Intervals.

France Is Great Because She Is France.