Walks. The Body Advances, While

Truth Makes Many Appeals, Not The Least Of Which Is Its Power To Shock.

The Profession Of Letters Is, After All, The Only One In Which One Can Make No Money Without Being Ridiculous.

I Have A Remarkable Memory; I Forget Everything. It Is Wonderfully Convenient. It Is As Though The World Were Constantly Renewing Itself For Me.

Do Not Ask Me To Be Kind; Just Ask Me To Act As Though I Were.

Paradise Does Not Exist, But We Must Nonetheless Strive To Be Worthy Of It.