Love Is The Only Doorway

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

The Devil Isn't Made By What Mommy Says Or What Daddy Says. The Devil Is There.

My Actual Childhood, As Opposed To My Adolescence, Was Not Spent In London.