A Man Who Stops At Nothing Short

A Mother's Happiness Is Like A Beacon, Lighting Up The Future But Reflected Also On The Past In The Guise Of Fond Memories.

Conscience Is Our Unerring Judge Until We Finally Stifle It.

Hatred Like Love Feeds On The Merest Trifles.

The Country Is Provincial; It Becomes Ridiculous When It Tries To Ape Paris.

Nobody Loves A Woman Because She Is Handsome Or Ugly, Stupid Or Intelligent. We Love Because We Love.