Anticipation Is The Greater Part Of Pleasure.

Some Cities Are Women And Must Be Loved; Others Are Men And Can Only Be Admired Or Bargained With

I Will Tell You What Jeanne Was Like. She Was Like A Piano In A Country Where Everyone Has Had Their Hands Cut Off.

Vengeful As Nature Herself, She Loves Her Children Only In Order To Devour Them Better And If She Herself Rips Her Own Veils Of Self-deceit, Mother Perceives In Herself Untold Abysses Of Cruelty As Subtle As It Is Refined.

Irish Was A Man Of Parts Even If Some Of Them Didn't Work Too Well.

A Fairy Tale Is The Kind Of Story In Which One King Goes To Another King To Borrow A Cup Of Sugar