All Poetry Like Every Work Of Art

Love Passes Quickly, And Passes Like A Street Arab, Anxious To Mark His Way With Mischief.

You Cannot Pluck Love Out Of Your Heart As You Would Pull A Tooth.

People Who Are In Love Suspect Nothing Or Everything.

The Monotony Of Provincial Life Attracts The Attention Of People To The Kitchen. You Do Not Dine As Luxuriously In The Provinces As In Paris, But You Dine Better, Because The Dishes Serve You Are The Result Of Mediation And Study.

Society Is No More Indulgent Than Was The God Of Genesis.