Talent, Will And Genius Are

We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?

Life Resembles A Novel More Often Than Novels Resemble Life.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age.

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.