Every Saint Has A Bee

Few Women And Fewer Men Have Enough Character To Be Idle.

What Kind Of Life A Dog . . . Acquires. I Have Sometimes Tried To Imagine By Kneeling Or Lying Full Length On The Ground And Looking Up. The World Then Becomes Strangely Incomplete; One Sees Little But Legs.

Suspicion Of Happiness Is In Our Blood.

The French Never Allow A Distinguished Son Of France To Lack A Statue.

There Can Be No Defence Like Elaborate Courtesy.