Nowhere But In France Are

A Deist Is An Atheist With An Eye Cocked For The Off-chance Of Some Advantage.

If Those Who Are The Enemies Of Innocent Amusements Had The Direction Of The World, They Would Take Away The Spring, And Youth, The Former From The Year, The Latter From Human Life.

Such Is Life. It Is No Cleaner Than A Kitchen; It Reeks Like A Kitchen; And If You Mean To Cook Your Dinner, You Must Expect To Soil Your Hands; The Real Art Is In Getting Them Clean Again, And Therein Lies The Whole Morality Of Our Epoch.

I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put My Poems On Paper: They Consist Of Actions And Feelings.

One Can Imagine The Look The Two Lovers Exchanged; It Was Like A Flame, For Virtuous Lovers Have Not A Shred Of Hypocrisy.