Nowhere But In France Are

A Creole Woman Is Like A Child, She Wants To Possess Everything Immediately; Like A Child, She Would Set Fire To A House In Order To Fry An Egg. In Her Languor, She Thinks Of Nothing; When Passionately Aroused, She Thinks Of Any Act Possible Or Impossible.

When Attempted Self-destruction Does Not Cure A Man Of Life, It Cures Him Of Voluntary Death.

Man Is Neither Good Nor Bad; He Is Born With Instincts And Abilities.

Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear Than Any Amount Of Sorrow.

Six Weeks With A Fever Is An Eternity.