Your Bitter Memories Still Have

The Air In Provence Is Impregnated With The Aroma Of Garlic, Which Makes It Very Healthful To Breathe.

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time

Great Is Truth. Fire Cannot Burn It Nor Water Drown It.

Happiness Is Like Those Palaces In Fairy Tales Whose Gates Are Guarded By Dragons: We Must Fight In Order To Conquer It.

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.