Glory Is The Sunshine Of

Love Is The Only Way On Which Even The Dim-witted Reaches Certain Heights.

The Fashions We Call English In Paris Are French In London, And Vice Versa. Franco-british Hostility Vanishes When It Comes To Questions Of Words And Clothing. God Save The King Is A Tune Composed By Lully For A Chorus In A Play By Racine.

The Victory Always Has A Lot Of Parents But The Defeat Is Always An Orphan.

There Are Words Which Cut Like Steel.

We Exaggerate Misfortune And Happiness Alike. We Are Never As Bad Off Or As Happy As We Say We Are.