Beauty Is One Of The

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

To Say Yes, You Have To Sweat And Roll Up Your Sleeves And Plunge Both Hands Into Life Up To The Elbows. It Is Easy To Say No, Even If Saying No Means Death.

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.