I Like Reality. It Tastes

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

Rien N'est Vrai Que Ce Qu'on Ne Dit Pas. Nothing Is True Except That Which Is Unsaid.

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.