The French Cook; We Open

By The Cigars They Smoke, And The Composers They Love, Ye Shall Know The Texture Of Men's Souls.

Idealism Increases In Direct Proportion To One's Distance From The Problem.

I Am Still Under The Impression That There Is Nothing Alive Quite So Beautiful As A Thoroughbred Horse.

Once Admit That We Have The Right To Inflict Unnecessary Suffering And You Destroy The Very Basis Of Human Society.

The Law Is What It Is-a Majestic Edifice, Sheltering All Of Us, Each Stone Of Which Rests On Another.